It is very odd that Nature should be so unscrupulous. She is no saint . . .

The sea, washing the equator and the poles, offers its perilous aid, and the power and empire that follow it... ''Beware of me,'' it says, ''but if you can hold me, I am the key to all the lands.

As many languages as he has, as many friends, as many arts and trades, so many times is he a man.

The soul knows only the soul; the web of events is the flowing robe in which she is clothed.

Always the seer is a sayer. Somehow his dream is told; somehow he publishes it with solemn joy: sometimes with pencil on canvas, sometimes with chisel on stone, sometimes in towers and aisles of granite, his soul's worship is builded; sometimes in anthems of indefinite music, but clearest and most permanent, in words.

If I am the devil's child, I will live then, by the devil.

When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world, I thank God I am alive.