We fly to beauty as an asylum from the terrors of finite nature.

The babe in arms is a channel through which the energies we call fate, love, and reason visibly stream.

All infractions of love and equity in our social relations are ... punished by fear.

We know more from nature than we can at will communicate.

I know and see too well, when not voluntarily blind, the speedy limits opersons called high and worthy.

The only prudence in life is concentration.

Don't be a cynic and disconsolate preacher. Don't bewail and moan. Omit the negative propositions. Challenge us with incessant affirmatives.