Lose yourself in nature and find peace
With thought, with the ideal, is immortal hilarity, the rose of joy. Round it all the muses sing.
There is no true orator who is not a hero.
Only that is poetry which cleanses and mans me.
What art can paint or gild any object in after life with the glow which nature gives to the first baubles of childhood? St. Peter's cannot have the magical power over us that the red and gold covers of our first picture-book possessed.
Keep your friendships in repair.