The birch-bark canoe of the savage seems to me one of the most beautiful and perfect things of the kind constructed by human art.

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.

Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings.

The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep to-night.

It is said to be the manner of hypochondriacs to change often their physician.

Hark to that shrill, sudden shout, The cry of an applauding multitude, Swayed by some loud-voiced orator who wields The living mass as if he were its soul!

These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end.

But 'neath yon crimson tree Lover to listening maid might breathe his flame, Nor mark, within its roseate canopy, Her blush of maiden shame.

Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.

There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night; And grief may hide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light.

The groves were God's first temples.

If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath.

Vengeance against predators is meals on wheels.

Success is a continuous adventure.

Your journey might seem very long and hard, but bear in mind that sooner or later your struggles would become the past, and your rewards would become the present.

If you don't have the background awareness of oneness, duality becomes real.

While most students were trying to draw one beautiful finished piece, I would be in the background drawing dozens of studies at different angles to use later.

All the great pleasures of life are silent.

The scars are a way of reminding me that the past is real. They are honorable.

The transitoriness of our existence in now way makes it meaningless. But it does constitute our responsibleness; for everything hinges upon our realizing the essentially transitory possibilities.