I'm just doing little bits and pieces for other magazines right now.
No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings.
If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves. You can gain more control over your life by paying closer attention to the little things.
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
Happiness, the goal to which we all are striving is reached by endeavoring to make the lives of others happy, and if by renouncing the luxuries of life we can lighten the burdens of others. . . . surely the simplification of our wants is a thing greatly to be desired! And so, if instead of supposing that we must become hermits and dwellers in caves in order to practice simplicity, we set about simplifying our affairs, each according to his own convictions and opportunity, much good will result and the simple life will at once be established.
The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.
Blood was its Avatar and its seal.
English, once accepted as an international language, is no more secure than French has proved to be as the one and only accepted language of diplomacy or as Latin has proved to be as the international language of science.