Imagination Is The Mightiest Despot.

Why Has No Religion This Command Before All Others: Thou Shalt Work?

The Silver-leaved Birch Retains In Its Old Age A Soft Bark; There Are Some Such Men.

It Is Only When One Is Thoroughly True That There Can Be Purity And Freedom. Falsehood Always Punishes Itself.

He Who, To Be Happy, Needs Nothing But Himself, Is Happy.

In Nature There Is No Dirt, Everything Is In The Right Condition; The Swamp And The Worm, As Well As The Grass And The Bird,-all Is There For Itself.