Solitude is impractical, and society fatal. We must keep our head in the one and our hands in the other. The conditions are met, if we keep our independence, yet do not lose our sympathy.

New arts destroy the old.

Everything in nature is bipolar, or has a positive and a negative pole.

There is no one who does not exaggerate. In conversation, men are encumbered with personality, and talk too much.

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.

The evolution of a highly destined society must be moral; it must run in the grooves of the celestial wheels.

Duty grows everywhere--like children, like grass.