There is an inmost center in us all, where truth abides in fullness;....and, to know, rather consists in opening out a way where the imprisoned splendor may escape, then in effecting entry for a light supposed to be without.

There is nothing so unpardonable as to consent to a senseless, aimless, purposeless life.

Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world

Earth is crammed with heavens.

We mortals cross the ocean of this world Each in his average cabin of a life; The bests not big, the worst yields elbowroom.

White shall not neutralize the black, nor good compensate bad in man, absolve him so; life's business being just the terrible choice.

There's a new tribunal now higher than God's -The educated man's!