I've Found That People Who Look At

Do Not Hurry Too Fast In These Early Winter Days, - A Quiet Hour Is Worth More To You Than Anything You Can Do In It.

There's Some Herb That's Good For Everybody, Except For Them That Thinks They're Sick When They Ain't.

It Seems To Me Like Stealing, For Men And Women To Live In The World And Do Nothing To Make It Better.

This Was One Of Those Perfect New England Days In Late Summer Where The Spirit Of Autumn Takes A First Stealing Flight, Like A Spy, Through The Ripening Country-side, And, With Feigned Sympathy For Those Who Droop With August Heat, Puts Her Cool Cloak Of Bracing Air About Leaf And Flower And Human Shoulders.

In The Life Of Each Of Us, I Said To Myself, There Is A Place Remote And Islanded, And Given To Endless Regret Or Secret Happiness; We Are Each The Uncompanioned Hermit And Recluse Of An Hour Or A Day; We Understand Our Fellows Of The Cell To Whatever Age Of History They May Belong.