While the farmer is concerned about the crops which his fields bear, I will be concerned about the fertility of my human farm. I will watch the winds and the rains as they affect the crop of thought, - the crop of crops, ripe thoughts, which glow and fill the air with fragrance for centuries. No doubt, like plants, we are fed through the atmosphere, and the varying atmospheres of various seasons of the year feed us variously. How often we are sensible of being thus fed and invigorated. And all nature contributes to this aerial diet its food of finest quality.
All wisdom is the reward of discipline, conscious or unconscious.
It is as if you were so much more respectable yourself. It is an experience of infinite beauty on which we unfailingly draw, which enables us to exaggerate ever truly. We are receiving our portion of the infinite. By what disciplines to ensure the most life, with what care to watch our thoughts. I do not remember any page which will tell me how to spend this afternoon.