There are dull and bright, sacred and profane, coarse and fine egotists. It is a disease that, like influenza, falls on all constitutions. In the distemper known to physicians as chorea, the patient sometimes turns round, and continues to spin slowly in one spot. Is egotism a metaphysical varioloid of this malady?

The eyes of men converse as much as their tongues.

Beauty without grace is the hook without the bait.

The health of the eye demands a horizon.

I DO not count the hours I spend In wandering by the sea; The forest is my loyal friend, Like God it useth me.

For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.

Machinery is aggressive. The weaver becomes a web, the machinist a machine. If you do not use the tools, they use you. All tools are in one sense edge-tools, and dangerous.