It has come to be practically a sort of rule in literature that a man, having once shown himself capable of original writing, is entitled thenceforth to steal from the writings of others at discretion.

Always maintain your common sense and artful skills, and funnel it all into plain enough dealings.

Every man is the inlet and may become the outlet of all there is in God.

The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it..." -Ralph Waldo Emerson

[D]ivine Providence... keeps the universe open in every direction to the soul.

Words are finite expressions of the infinite mind.

A poem is made up of thoughts, each of which filled the whole sky of the poet in its turn.