A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more
than he.

I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends.

I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends

I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me.

Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;
Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.

I like the scientific spirit—the holding off, the being sure but not too sure, the willingness to surrender ideas when the evidence is against them: this is ultimately fine—it always keeps the way beyond open—always gives life, thought, affection, the whole man, a chance to try over again after a mistake—after a wrong guess.

Questioning anything within doubt,
will just bring mind to no certainty.