With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.