The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it.

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!

You want to know a sure way to lose money? Buy what's popular and don't know what you are investing in.

I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.

Wisdom is not finally tested by the schools, Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it, Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof.

I am an acme of things accomplished, and I an encloser of things to be.

But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?