I Am Older Now, And Sleep Less,

As For Men, Those Myriad Little Detached Ponds With Their Own Swarming Corpuscular Life, What Were They But A Way That Water Has Of Going About Beyond The Reach Of Rivers?

We Cannot Pluck A Flower Witout Disturbing A Star.

God Knows How Many Things A Man Misses By Becoming Smug And Assuming That Matters Will Take Their Own Course.

One Does Not Meet Oneself Until One Catches The Reflection From An Eye Other Than Human.

From The Solitude Of The Wood, (man) Has Passed To The More Dreadful Solitude Of The Heart.