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.

You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all that is here, I believe much unseen is also here

I keep thinking about you every few minutes all day.

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

Day by day and night by night we were together - all else has long been forgotten by me.

A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity; but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.