Jealousy is the most radical primeval and naked form of admiration in war paint, so to speak.

If it comes to a swinging, swing all, say I.

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin.

A little amateur painting in water colors shows the innocent and the quiet mind.

Every heart that has beat strongly and cheerfully has left a hopeful impulse behind it in the world, and bettered the tradition of mankind.

It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive.

For the forest takes away from you all excuse to die. There is nothing here to cabin or thwart your free desires. Here all impudences of the brawling world reach you no more.