Our rulers at the present day, with their machines and their preachers, are all occupied in putting into our heads the preposterous notion that activity rather than contemplation is the object of life.

Having once aroused in our mind enough faith in our own will-power to create a universe of contemplation and forget everything else, there are few limitations to the happiness we may enjoy.

To a real child anything will serve as a toy.

The love that interferes and knows not how to leave alone is a love alien to Nature's ways.

It is strange how few people make more than a casual cult of enjoying Nature. And yet the earth is actually and literally the mother of us all. One needs no strange spiritual faith to worship the earth.

The more money you give to people the better; and the less advice.

Words cannot be remote from reality when they create reality.