Be a gift and a benediction.

The first farmer was the first man, and all historic nobility rests on possession and use of land.

The soul answers never by words, but by the thing itself that is inquired after.

The word Miracle, as pronounced by Christian churches, gives a false impression; it is Monster. It is not one with the blowing clover and the falling rain.

The Indian who was laid under a curse, that the wind should not blow on him, nor water flow to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but death. We look to that with a grim satisfaction, saying, there at least is reality that will not dodge us.

New arts destroy the old.

What is indispensable to inspiration? ...sound sleep and the provocation of a good book or a companion.