Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.

God cannot save them from fools.

Nothing truly wild is unclean.

Some people miss flesh as a drunkard misses his dram.

The sun shines not on us but in us.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.

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