There is in my nature, methinks, a singular yearning toward all wildness.

Writing your name can lead to writing sentences. And the next thing you'll be doing is writing paragraphs, and then books. And then you'll be in as much trouble as I am!

We cannot well do without our sins; they are the highway of our virtue.

I feel as if my life had grown more outward when I can express it.

I rejoice that horses and steers have to be broken before they can be made the slaves of men, and that men themselves have some wild oats still left to sow before they become submissive members of society. Undoubtedly, all men are not equally fit subjects for civilization; and because the majority, like dogs and sheep, are tame by inherited disposition, this is no reason why the others should have their natures broken that they may be reduced to the same level.

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

How meanly and grossly do we deal with nature!