The Critic Is Beneath The Maker, But

Male And Female Represent The Two Sides Of The Great Radical Dualism. But In Fact They Are Perpetually Passing Into One Another. Fluid Hardens To Solid, Solid Rushes To Fluid. There Is No Wholly Masculine Man, No Purely Feminine Woman.

All Around Us Lies What We Neither Understand Nor Use. Our Capacities, Our Instincts For This Our Present Sphere Are But Half Developed. Let Us Confine Ourselves To That Till The Lesson Be Learned; Let Us Be Completely Natural; Before We Trouble Ourselves With The Supernatural. I Never See Any Of These Things But I Long To Get Away And Lie Under A Green Tree And Let The Wind Blow On Me. There Is Marvel And Charm Enough In That For Me.

How Many Persons Must There Be Who Cannot Worship Alone Since They Are Content With So Little.

The Public Must Learn How To Cherish The Nobler And Rarer Plants, And To Plant The Aloe, Able To Wait A Hundred Years For It's Bloom, Or It's Garden Will Contain, Presently, Nothing But Potatoes And Pot-herbs.

Put Up At The Moment Of Greatest Suffering A Prayer, Not For Thy Own Escape, But For The Enfranchisement Of Some Being Dear To Thee, And The Sovereign Spirit Will Accept Thy Ransom.