Man is a stream whose source is hidden. Our being is descending into us from we know not whence. The most exact calculator has noprescience that somewhat incalculable may not balk the very next moment. I am constrained every moment to acknowledge a higher origin for events than the will I call mine.

There is no strong performance without a little fanaticism in the performer.

We judge of a man's wisdom by his hope, knowing that the inexhaustibleness of nature is an immortal youth.

Life is an ecstasy. Life is sweet as nitrous oxide.

We must set up a strong present tense against all rumors of wrath, past and to come.

The land is the appointed remedy for whatever is false and fantastic in our culture. The continent we inhabit is to be physic andfood for our mind, as well as our body. The land, with its tranquilizing, sanative influences, is to repair the errors of a scholastic and traditional education, and bring us to just relations with men and things.

From within or from behind, a light shines through us upon things, and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all.