I learned what it is to live in the open air, and I learned that our lives are domestic in more sense than we think.

The improved means to the unimproved end.

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.

I have lately got back to that glorious society called Solitude.

Wherever men have lived, there is a story to be told

We are all of us Apollos serving some Admetus.

A strange age of the world this, when empires, kingdoms, and republics come a-begging to a private man's door, and utter their complaints at his elbow! I cannot take up a newspaper but I find that some wretched government or other, hard pushed and on its last legs, is interceding with me, the reader, to vote for it.