Nature And Literature Are Subjective Phenomena; Every

Nature Is Sanative, Refining, Elevating. How Cunningly She Hides Every Wrinkle Of Her Inconceivable Antiquity Under Roses, And Violets, And Morning Dew! Every Inch Of The Mountains Is Scarred By Unimaginable Convulsions, Yet The New Day Is Purple With The Bloom Of Youth And Love.

I Like People Who Like Plato.

The Rich Mind Lies In The Sun And Sleeps, And Is Nature.

Self Sacrifice Is The Real Miracle Out Of Which All The Reported Miracles Grow.

Among Provocatives, The Next Best Thing To Good Preaching Is Bad Preaching. I Have Even More Thoughts During Or Enduring It Than At Other Times.