You need not rest your reputation on the dinners you give.

Our molting season, like that of the fouls, must be a crisis in our lives.

Not till we are lost, in other words not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.

We have need to be earth-born as well as heaven-born, gegeneis, as was said of the Titans of old, or in a better sense than they.

If I seem to boast more than is becoming, my excuse is that I brag for humanity rather than for myself.

Every sentence is the result of a long probation.

This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore.