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It Is Reported Of Margaret Fuller That She Said She Accepted The Universe. "gad, She'd Better!" Retorted Carlyle. Carlyle Himself Did Not Accept The Universe In A Very Whole-hearted Manner. Looking Up At The Midnight Stars, He Exclaimed: "a Sad Spectacle! If They Be Inhabited, What A Scope For Misery And Folly; If They Be Not Inhabited, What A Waste Of Space!"

The Place To Observe Nature Is Where You Are.

The Deeper Our Insight Into The Methods Of Nature . . . The More Incredible The Popular Christianity Seems To Us.

Look Underfoot. You Are Always Nearer To The True Sources Of Your Power Than You Think. The Lure Of The Distant And The Difficult Is Deceptive. The Great Opportunity Is Where You Are. Don't Despise Your Own Place And Hour. Every Place Is The Center Of The World.

Mounting Toward The Upland Again, I Pause Reverently, As The Hush And Stillness Of Twilight Come Upon The Woods. It Is The Sweetest, Ripest Hour Of The Day. And As The Hermit's Evening Hymn Goes Up From The Deep Solitude Below Me, I Experience That Serene Exaltation Of Sentiment Of Which Music, Literature, And Religion Are But The Faint Types And Symbols.