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

We have used up all our inherited freedom, like the young bird the albumen in the egg. It is not an era of repose. If we would save our lives, we must fight for them.

To act collectively is according to the spirit of our institutions.

As far as our noblest hardwood forests are concerned, the animals, especially squirrels and jays, are our greatest and almost only benefactors. It is to them that we owe this gift. It is not in vain that the squirrels live in or about every forest tree, or hollow log, and every wall and heap of stones.

I suppose you think that persons who are as old as your father and myself are always thinking about very grave things, but I know that we are meditating the same old themes that we did when we were ten years old, only we go more gravely about it.

Let Harlequin be taken with a fit of the colic, and his trappings will have to serve that mood too.

I love you not as something private and personal, which is my own, but as something universal and worthy of love which I have found.