Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, every inch of space is a miracle, every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same, every cubic foot of the interior swarms with the same; every spear of grass-the frames, limbs, organs, of men and women, and all that concerns them, all these to me are unspeakably perfect miracles.

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

Most works are most beautiful without ornament.

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

I dreamed in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth; I dreamed that was the new City of Friends; Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love—it led the rest; It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city, And in all their looks and words.