Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.

...one interior life in which all beings live with God, themselves are God, existing in the mighty whole, indistinguishable as the cloudless east is from the cloudless west, when all the hemisphere is one cerulean blue.

Prompt to move but firm to wait - knowing things rashly sought are rarely found.

The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me,-her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears.

The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.

Write to me frequently & the longest letters possible; never mind whether you have facts or no to communicate; fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.

But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.