A Republic May Be Called The Climate

The Wise Man Is He Who Knows When And How To Stop

In The Relations Of Man With The Animals, With The Flowers, With All The Objects Of Creation, There Is A Whole Great Ethic, Scarcely Perceived As Yet, Which Will At Length Break Through Into The Light, And Which Will Be The Corollary And The Complement To Human Ethics.

Great Grief Is A Divine And Terrible Radiance Which Transfigures The Wretched.

He, Who Every Morning Plans The Transactions Of The Day, And Follows That Plan, Carries A Thread That Will Guide Him Through A Labyrinth Of The Most Busy Life.

He Never Went Out Without A Book Under His Arm, And He Often Came Back With Two.