I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?

Youth, large, lusty, loving -- Youth, full of grace, force, fascination. Do you know that Old Age may come after you with equal grace, force, fascination?

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

Other lands have their vitality in a few, a class, but we have it in the bulk of our people.

Books are to be called for and supplied on the assumption that the process of reading is not a half-sleep, but in the highest sense an exercise, a gymnastic struggle; that the reader is to do something for himself.

Americans should know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls.

I have learned that to be with those I like is enough.