The writer is an explorer. Every step is an advance into a new land.

Wherever snow falls, or water flows, or birds fly, wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven is hung by clouds, or sown with stars, wherever are forms with transparent boundaries, wherever are outlets into celestial space, wherever is danger, and awe, and love, there is Beauty, plenteous as rain, shed for thee, and though thou shouldest walk the world over, thou shalt not be able to find a condition inopportune or ignoble.

It was high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, 'always do what you are afraid to do.'

By virtue of the Deity thought renews itself inexhaustibly every day and the thing whereon it shines, though it were dust and sand, is a new subject with countless relations.

Why should the way I feel depend on the thoughts in someone else's head?

Stand guard at the portal of your mind.

The world is full of judgment-days, and into every assembly that a man enters, in every action he attempts, he is gauged and stamped.