Each moment of the year has its own beauty.

To be able to discern that what is true is true, and that what is false is false,--this is the mark and character of intelligence.

We are shut up in school and college recitation rooms for ten to fifteen years, and come out at last with a bellyful of words and do not know a thing. We cannot use our hands, or our legs, or our eyes, or our arms. We do not know an edible root in the woods. We cannot tell our course by the stars, nor the hour of day by the sun. It is well if we can swim and skate. We are afraid of a horse or a cow, of a dog, of a cat, of a spider. Far better was the Roman rule to teach a boy nothing that he could not learn standing.

The maxim of courts is that manner is power.

Nor count compartments of the floors, But mount to paradise By the stairway of surprise.

He is a dull observer whose experience has not taught him the reality and force of magic, as well as of chemistry.

Words are finite organs of the infinite mind. They cannot cover the dimensions of what is in truth. They break, chop, and impoverish it.