What is commonly honored with the name of Friendship is no very profound or powerful instinct. Men do not, after all, love their Friends greatly. I do not often see the farmers made seers and wise to the verge of insanity by their Friendship for one another. They are not often transfigured and translated by love in each other's presence. I do not observe them purified, refined, and elevated by the love of a man.

We are sometimes made aware of a kindness long passed, and realize that there have been times when our friends' thoughts of us were of so pure and lofty a character that they passed over us like the winds of heaven unnoticed; when they treated us not as what we were, but as what we aspired to be.

There are times when we have had enough even of our Friends.

It is too late to be studying Hebrew; it is more important to understand even the slang of today.

In most books, the I, of first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, is the main difference.

Let us spend one day as deliberately as Nature.

We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers.