How can we remember our ignorance, which our growth requires, when we are using our knowledge all the time?

The savage in man is never quite eradicated.

How to extract its honey from the flower of the world. That is my everyday business. I am as busy as a bee about it. I ramble over fields on that errand and am never so happy as when I feel myself heavy with honey and wax. I am like a bee searching the livelong day for the sweets of nature.

I have seen more men than usual, lately; and, well as I was acquainted with one, I am surprised to find what vulgar fellows they are.

We communicate like the burrows of foxes, in silence and darkness, under ground. We are undermined by faith and love.

The language of friendship is not words but meanings.

There may be something petty in a refined taste; it easily degenerates into effeminacy. It does not consider the broadest use. It is not content with simple good and bad, and so is fastidious and curious or nice only.