Great endowments often announce themselves in youth in the form of singularity and awkwardness.

Analysis and synthesis are both as necessary to the thinking spirit as inspiration and expiration to the organism.

This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

In the end we are all separate: our stories, no matter how similar, come to a fork and diverge. We are drawn to each other because of our similarities, but it is our differences we must learn to respect.

Nature is the living, visible garment of God.

What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!

Unrest and uncertainty are our lot.