Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.

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

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.