THOUGHTS FROM WRITINGS 



IN the mind all things are written 

 in pictures— there is no alphabeti- 

 cal combination of letters and 

 words ; all things are pictures and 

 symbols. The bird's-foot lotus is the 

 picture to me of sunshine and summer, 

 and of that summer in the heart which 

 is known only in youth, and then not 

 alone. No words could write that feel- 

 ing: the bird's-foot lotus writes it.—' The 

 Open Air ' : Wild- Flowers. 



MEMORY, like the sun, paints 

 to me bright pictures of the 

 golden summer-time of lotus ; 

 I can see them, but how shall I fix them 

 for you? By no process can that be 

 accomplished. It is like a story that 

 cannot be told because he who knows 

 it is tongue-tied and dumb.—' The Open 

 Air': Wild-Flowers. 



