Love is the profoundest of secrets. Divulged, even to the beloved, it is no longer Love. As if it were merely I that loved you. When love ceases, then it is divulged.

I hardly know an intellectual man, even, who is so broad and truly liberal that you can think aloud in his society.

As we lay huddled together under the tent, which leaked considerably about the sides, with our baggage at our feet, we listened to some of the grandest thunder which I ever heard, -rapid peals, round and plump, bang, bang, bang in succession, like artillery from some fortress in the sky; and the lightning was proportionally brilliant. The Indian said, 'It must be good powder.' All for the benefit of the moose and us, echoing far over the concealed lakes.

Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly.

Give me the old familiar world, post-office and all, with this ever new self, with this infinite expectation and faith, which does not know when it is beaten.

When it's time to die, let us not discover that we have never lived.

It is truly enough said that a corporation has no conscience, but a corporation of conscientious men is a corporation with a conscience.