Youth is a beautiful dream, on whose brightness books shed a blinding dust. Will ever the day come when the wise link the joy of knowledge to youth's dream? Will ever the day come when Nature becomes the teacher of man, humanity his book and life his school? Youth's joyous purpose cannot be fulfilled until that day comes. Too slow is our march toward spiritual elevation, because we make so little use of youth's ardor.

Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

The voice of life in me cannot reach the ear of life in you; but let us talk that we may not feel lonely.

Be patient, for it is from doubt that knowledge is born.

Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

The silence of the envious is too noisy.