As we refine, our checks become finer. If we rise to spiritual culture, the antagonism takes a spiritual form.
At the gates of the forest, the surprised man of the world is forced to leave his city estimates of great and small, wise and foolish.
Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast.
A strenuous soul hates cheap success.
Man's actions are the picture book of his creeds.
In these divine pleasures permitted to me of walks in the June night under moon and stars, I can put my life as a fact before me and stand aloof from its honor and shame.