Sympathy is a supporting atmosphere, and in it we unfold easily and well.

That which we call sin in others is experiment for us.

And what avails it that science has come to treat space and time as simply forms of thought, and the material world as hypothetical, and withal our pretension of property and even of self-hood are fading with the rest, if, at last, even our thoughts are not finalities, but the incessant flowing and ascension reach these also, and each thought which yesterday was a finality, to-day is yielding to a larger generalization?

Come out of the azure. Love the day. Do not leave the sky out of your landscape.

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.

You cannot do wrong without suffering wrong.

Things are in the saddle. And ride mankind.