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?

The task ahead of us is never as great as the power behind us.

All promise outruns performance.

The rich mind lies in the sun and sleeps, and is Nature.

Work and acquire, and thou hast chained the wheel of chance.

If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways, I keep and pass and turn again.

What is originality? It is being one's self, and reporting accurately what we see and are.