even as human vitality is at its lowest ebb in the early morning, so it is with plant life in the early spring.

in the city at best one lives the life of others, the life of the shop, the street, the crowd, while in the country one must live one's own life.

Imagine how terrifying it would be if we had to decide the beginnings of things for ourselves: as to what race we should belong, what sex, and all that, instead of placidly coming out of unconsciousness to find it all arranged!

Surely there is no greater garden for human-nature study than the flotsam and jetsam of the hospital.

Why is it that so many people think that charity consists in giving away merely what they cannot use instead of the article the recipient needs?

I have always noticed that when people consider others eccentric, it is because they are reveling in some form of enjoyment that their critics can neither compass nor share.

It doesn't so much matter what one loves. To love is the transfiguring thing.