Society is a hospital of incurables.
When nature has work to be done, she creates a genius to do it.
Respect the child. Be not too much his parent. Trespass not on his solitude.
Standing on the bare ground,--my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space,--all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God.
You shall have joy, or you shall have power, said God; you shall not have both.
Good thoughts are no better than good dreams if you don't follow through.