The Sky Is The Ultimate Art Gallery

The Sun Is The Sole Inconsumable Fireand God Is The Sole Inexhaustible Giver.

The State Of Society Is One In Which The Members Have Suffered Amputation From The Trunk, And Strut About So Many Walking Monsters, - A Good Finger, A Neck, A Stomach, An Elbow, But Never A Man. Man Is Thus Metamorphosed Into A Thing, Into Many Things. The Planter, Who Is Man Sent Out Into The Field To Gather Food, Is Seldom Cheered By Any Idea Of The True Dignity Of His Ministry. He Sees His Bushel And His Cart, And Nothing Beyond, And Sinks Into The Farmer, Instead Of Man On The Farm.

It Is Easy To Live For Others, Everybody Does. I Call On You To Live For Yourself.

Love Not The Flower They Pluck And Know It Not, And All Their Botany Is Latin Names.

Our Impatience Of Miles, When We Are In A Hurry; But It Is Still Best That A Mile Should Have Seventeen Hundred And Sixty Yards.