Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

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

When I give, I give myself.

So here I sit in the early candle-light of old age-I and my book-casting backward glances over out travel'd road.

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots.

When I heard the learn’d astronomer; When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me; When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them; When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick; Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for.