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

Yet some can be patriotic who have no self-respect, and sacrifice the greater to the less. They love the soil which makes their graves, but have no sympathy with the spirit which may still animate their clay. Patriotism is a maggot in their heads.

The inhabitants of Canada appeared to be suffering between two fires,--the soldiery and the priesthood.

If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets.

In short, all good things are wild and free. There is something in a strain of music, whether produced by an instrument or by thehuman voice,--take the sound of a bugle in a summer night, for instance,--which by its wildness, to speak without satire, reminds me of the cries emitted by wild beasts in their native forests. It is so much of their wildness as I can understand. Give me for my friends and neighbors wild men, not tame ones. The wildness of the savage is but a faint symbol of the awful ferity with which good men and lovers meet.

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

The movements of the eyes express the perpetual and unconscious courtesy of the parties.