When you and I met, the meeting was over very shortly, it was nothing. Now it is growing something as we remember it, what will it be when I remember it as I lie down to die, what it makes in me all my days till then - that is the real meeting. The other is only the beginning of it. You say you have poets in your world. Do they not teach you this?

A man who is eating or lying with his wife or preparing to go to sleep in humility, thankfulness and temperance, is, by Christian standards, in an infinitely higher state than one who is listening to Bach or reading Plato in a state of pride.

You are certainly under the guidance of the Holy Ghost or you wouldn't have come where you now are.

As for wrinkles--Pshaw! Why shouldn't we have wrinkles? Honorable insignia of long service in this warfare.

For pride is spiritual cancer: it eats up the very possibility of love, or contentment, or even common sense.

and the whole forest would give itself up to jollification for weeks on end.

Disobedience to conscience makes conscience blind.