If You Act, You Show

Solitary Converse With Nature; For Thence Are Ejaculated Sweet And Dreadful Words Never Uttered In Libraries. Ah! The Spring Days, The Summer Dawns, And October Woods!

As Long As Our Civilization Is Essentially One Of Property, Of Fences, Of Exclusiveness, It Will Be Mocked By Delusions.

The World Is The Perennial Miracle Which The Soul Worketh.

The The Illuminated Mind The Whole World Sparkles With Light.

Everyone I Meet Is In Some Way My Superior.