God has to nearly kill us sometimes, to teach us lessons.

The power of imagination makes us infinite.

Not blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress.

Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get - -people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep.

So also there are tides and floods in the affairs of men, which in some are slight and may be kept within bounds, but in others they overmaster everything.

But to gain a perfect view, one must go yet further, over a curving brow to a slight shelf on the extreme brink.

Never while anything is left of me shall this... camp be forgotten. It has fairly grown into me, not merely as memory pictures, but as part and parcel of mind and body alike.