The Truth never flaunted a sign.

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word

Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.

My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them. They tell me those who were poor early have different views of gold. I don't know how that is. God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him.

You cannot fold a flood and put it in a drawer, because the winds would find it out and tell your cedar floor.

I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine.

Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.