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When even the most strictly logical mind looks round and investigates the phenomena attending its own existence, perhaps the first fact to attract attention by…
To the soul, there is no past and no future; all is, and will be ever, in now. For artificial purposes time is mutually agreed…
To the darkness and the night, the spirits seem to have a natural claim – it is their realm; the boldest of us have sometimes…
The workman in the true sense of the word – the artist in guns – is either extinct, or hidden in an obscure corner. There…
The old Greeks dwelt on the tendency of human affairs to drift downwards irresistibly to unhappiness. Guilt – that is, untoward and often involuntary actions…
The cottages erected by farmers or by landlords are now, one and all, fit and proper habitations for human beings; and I verifly believe it…
The ‘crownd’ is still the unit, the favourite coin of the labourers, especially the elder folk. They use the word something in the same sense…
Some, I verily believe, delight to be slave-men; it is a joy to them, and they would not change their condition; not only miserable village…
Look at another person while living; the soul is not visible, only the body which it animates. Therefore, merely because after death the soul is…
Do you always do as you would like to do were it in your power? I find that circumstances force me often to act in…
Beauty – what is beauty, forsooth? Form and color; that is, surface only. Fortune – what is fortune? Nothing is ever a pleasure or a…
A kestrel can and does hover in the dead calm of summer days, when there is not the faintest breath of wind. He will, and…
The lover of nature has the highest art in his soul.
There are people in this servile world who will endure any trampling, and at the first beck rush delightedly to proffer their assistance.
The labourer’s muscle is that of a cart-horse, his motions lumbering and slow.
The impression left after watching the motions of birds is that of extreme mobility – a life of perpetual impulse checked only by fear.
The heart looks into space to be away from earth.
The heart has a yearning for the unknown, a longing to penetrate the deep shadow and the winding glade, where, as it seems, no human…
That I may have the soul-life, the soul-nature, let divine beauty bring to me divine soul.
Now is eternity; now is the immortal life.
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