I live in the present. I only remember the past, and anticipate the future.
The civilized man is a more experienced and wiser savage.
What is the singing of birds, or any natural sound, compared with the voice of one we love.
What is once well done is done forever.
How can he remember well his ignorance - which his growth requires - who has so often to use his knowledge?
Our molting season, like that of the fouls, must be a crisis in our lives.