I like my boy with his endless sweet soliloquies and iterations and his utter inability to conceive why I should not leave all my nonsense, business, and writing and come to tie up his toy horse, as if there was or could be any end to nature beyond his horse. And he is wiser than we when [he] threatens his whole threat "I will not love you."

The fatal trait of the times is the divorce between religion and morality.

He presents me with what is always an acceptable gift who brings me news of a great thought before unknown. He enriches me without impoverishing himself.

Oh, be my friend, and teach me to be thine!

We are immersed in beauty, but our eyes have no clear vision.

A chief event of life is the day in which we have encountered a mind that startled us.

One man pins me to the wall, while with another I walk among the stars