Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us.

The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with anothers need; Not what we give, but what we share, For the gift without the giver is bare; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.

Imagination, where it is truly creative, is a faculty, and not a quality; it looks before and after, it gives the form that makes all the parts work together harmoniously toward a given end, its seat is in the higher reason, and it is efficient only as a servant of the will. Imagination, as it is too often misunderstood, is mere fantasy, the image-making power, common to all who have the gift of dreams.

Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.

New conditions of life will stimulate thought and give new forms to its expression.

Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.

He gives only the worthless gold who gives from a sense of duty.