Genius Hath Electric Power Which Earth Can

Nature Made Us Individuals, As She Did The Flowers And The Pebbles; But We Are Afraid To Be Peculiar, And So Our Society Resembles A Bag Of Marbles, Or A String Of Mold Candles. Why Should We All Dress After The Same Fashion? The Frost Never Paints My Windows Twice Alike.

That Man's Best Works Should Be Such Bungling Imitations Of Nature's Infinite Perfection, Matters Not Much; But That He Should Make Himself An Imitation, This Is The Fact Which Nature Moans Over, And Deprecates Beseechingly. Be Spontaneous, Be Truthful, Be Free, And Thus Be Individuals! Is The Song She Sings Through Warbling Birds, And Whispering Pines, And Roaring Waves, And Screeching Winds.

A Human Heart Can Never Grow Old If It Takes A Lively Interest In The Pairing Of Birds, The Reproduction Of Flowers, And The Changing Tints Of Autumn Leaves.

It Is Wonderful How Shy Even Liberal Ministers Generally Are About Trusting People With The Plain Truth Concerning Their Religion. They Want To Veil It In A Supernatural Haze. They Are Very Reluctant To Part With The Old Idea That God Has Given To Jews And Christians A Peculiar Monopoly Of Truth. It Is A Selfish View Of God's Government Of The World, And It Is Time That We Knew Enough To Outgrow It.

Love Is The Divine Quality That Everywhere Produces And Restores Life. To Each And Every One Of Us, It Gives The Power Of Working Miracles If We Will.