I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. What man believes, God believes. Not till we are lost, in other words, not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves. It is only when we forget our learning, do we begin to know. We are more anxious to speak than to be heard.
Enemies publish themselves.
They declare war. The friend never declares his love. What the first philosopher taught, the last will have to repeat. It is never too late to give up your prejudices. It makes a straight-cut ditch of a free, meandering brook.