Ne te quaesiveris extra." (Do not seek for things outside of yourself)

All the great ages have been ages of belief.

Better be a nettle in the side of your friend than his echo.

An artist spends himself like the crayon in his hand, till he is all gone.

Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn

As we refine, our checks become finer. If we rise to spiritual culture, the antagonism takes a spiritual form.

We are as much strangers in nature, as we are aliens from God. We do not understand the notes of birds. The fox and the deer run away from us; the bear and tiger rend us. We do not know the uses of more than a few plants, as corn and the apple, the potato and the vine. Is not the landscape, every glimpse of which hath a grandeur, a face of him?