...of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him. While the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.

A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls.

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?

I henceforth tread the world, chaste, temperate, an early riser, a steady grower.

What do you suppose will satisfy the soul, except to walk free and own no superior?

That's beautiful: the hurrah game! well — it's our game: that's the chief fact in connection with it: America's game: has the snap, go fling, of the American atmosphere — belongs as much to our institutions, fits into them as significantly, as our constitutions, laws: is just as important in the sum total of our historic life.

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