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.

The Slothful do not have the time to become virtuous or despicable.

To the sick, indeed, nature is sick, but to the well, a fountain of health.

That is mere sentimentality that lies abed by day and thinks itself white, far from the tan and callus of experience.

A hero's love is as delicate as a maiden's.

But they who are unconcerned about the consequences of their actions are not therefore unconcerned about their actions.

A friend is one who incessantly pays us the compliment of expecting from us all the virtues, and who can appreciate them in us. The friend asks no return but that his friend will religiously accept and wear and not disgrace his apotheosis of him. They cherish each other's hopes. They are kind to each other's dreams.