We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.
Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.
I felt it shelter to speak to you.
The older I grow the more do I love spring and spring flowers. Is it so with you?
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.
It is essential to the sanity of mankind that each one should think the other crazy - a condition with which the cynicism of human nature so cordially complies, one could wish it were a concurrence upon a subject more noble.