I like a man who likes to see a fine barn as well as a good tragedy.

When a thought of Plato becomes a thought to me,--when a truth that fired the soul of Pindar fires mine, time is no more. When I feel that we two meet in a perception, that our two souls are tinged with the same hue, and do as it were run into one, why should I measure degrees of latitude, why should I count Egyptian years?

Don't waste yourself in rejection, nor bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good.

Go oft to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused path.

And yet--it is not beauty that inspires the deepest passion. Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait. Beauty, without expression, tires.

Nature is too thin a screen; the glory of the omnipresent God bursts through everywhere

Where the banana grows man is sensual and cruel.