Time Is One's Best Friend, Teaching Best

Man Is A Living Lie--a Bitter Jest Upon Himself--a Conscious Grain Of Sand Lost In A Desert Of Unconsciousness.

Our Friends Interpret The World And Ourselves To Us, If We Take Them Tenderly And Truly.

Experience Converts Us To Ourselves When Books Fail Us.

Nature Is The Armory Of Genius. Cities Serve It Poorly, Books And Colleges At Second Hand; The Eye Craves The Spectacle Of The Horizon; Of Mountain, Ocean, River And Plain, The Clouds And Stars; Actual Contact With The Elements, Sympathy With The Seasons As They Rise And Roll.

Every Noble Life Becomes A Revelation Of The Spirit Which The Love And Joy Of Mankind Cannot Let Perish From Remembrance.