I and this mystery, here we stand.

A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.

Now I see that there is no such thing as love unreturn'd. The pay is certain, one way or another.

Those who love each other shall become invincible.

What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.

I like the scientific spirit-the holding off, the being sure but not too sure, the willingness to surrender ideas when the evidence is against them: this is ultimately fine-it always keeps the way beyond open.