All Life Is An Experiment.

How Cunningly Nature Hides Every Wrinkle Of Her Inconceivable Antiquity Under Roses And Violets And Morning Dew!

We Fly To Beauty As An Asylum From The Terrors Of Finite Nature.

Men Over Forty Are No Judges Of A Book Written In A New Spirit.

I Awoke This Morning With Devout Thanksgiving For My Friends, The Old And The New.

Good Nature Is Stronger Than Tomahawks.