It is the fine excesses of life that make it worth living.

Nature is forever arriving and forever departing, forever approaching, forever vanishing; but in her vanishings there seems to be ever the waving of a hand, in all her partings a promise of meetings farther along the road.

The spiritual element, the really important part of religion, has no concern with Time and Space, temporary mundane laws, or conduct.

The road recedes as the traveler advances, leaving a continuous present.

Youth, however, can afford to enjoy even its melancholy; for the ultimate fact of which that melancholy is a prophecy is a long way off.

Stay the course, light a star, Change the world where'er you are.

A wholesome oblivion of one's neighbours is the beginning of wisdom.