What I wouldn't give to be seventy again!

The joy of life is to put out one's power in some natural and useful or harmless way. There is no other. And the real misery is not to do this.

There is a little plant called reverence in the corner of my soul's garden, which I love to have watered once a week.

The axis of the earth sticks out visibly through the center of each and every town or city.

It is very grand to die in harness, but it is very pleasant to have the tight straps unbuckled and the heavy collar lifted from the neck and shoulders.

Men are tattooed with their special beliefs like so many South Sea Islanders; but a real human heart with divine love in it beats with the same glow under all the patterns of all earth's thousand tribes.

I have no respect for the passion of equality, which seems to me merely idealizing envy - I don't disparage envy, but I don't accept it as legitimately my master.