The land is the appointed remedy for whatever is false and fantastic in our culture. The continent we inhabit is to be physic andfood for our mind, as well as our body. The land, with its tranquilizing, sanative influences, is to repair the errors of a scholastic and traditional education, and bring us to just relations with men and things.

The only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.

Every mind must make its choice between truth and repose. It cannot have both.

A man must thank his defects, and stand in some terror of his talents.

In the actual world--the painful kingdom of time and place--dwell care, and canker, and fear. With thought, with the ideal, is immortal hilarity, the rose of joy.

What a searching preacher of self-command is the varying phenomenon of health.

England, an old and exhausted island, must one day be contented, like other parents, to be strong only in her children.