Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.

I wish to speak with all respect of persons, but sometimes I must pinch myself to keep awake, and preserve the due decorum. They melt so fast into each other, that they are like grass and trees, and it needs an effort to treat them as individuals.

Immortality. I notice that as soon as writers broach this question they begin to quote. I hate quotation. Tell me what you know.

A walk in the woods is only an exalted dream.

The finest poetry was first experience.

But I go with my friend to the shore of our little river, and with one stroke of the paddle, I leave the village politics and personalities, yes, and the world of villages and personalities behind, and pass into a delicate realm of sunset and moonlight, too bright almost for spotted man to enter without novitiate and probation.

Practice radical humility." He (or she)who masters the art of humility cannot be humiliated.