[On common water.] Its substance reaches everywhere; it touches the past and prepares the future; it moves under the poles and wanders thinly in the heights of air. It can assume forms of exquisite perfection in a snowflake, or strip the living to a single shining bone cast up by the sea.

When the human mind exists in the light of reason and no more than reason, we may say with absolute certainty that Man and all that made him will be in that instant gone.

Man inhabits a realm half in and half out of nature, his mind reaching forever beyond the tool, the uniformity, the law, into some realm which is that of the mind alone.

The great artist, whether he be musician, painter, or poet, is known for this absolute unexpectedness.

From the solitude of the wood, (Man) has passed to the more dreadful solitude of the heart.

In the days of the frost seek an minor sun.

It has been asserted that we are destined to know the dark beyond the stars before we comprehend the nature of our own journey.