“In the morning, when thou art sluggish at rousing thee, let this thought be present; “I am rising to a man’s work.””

“Let it not be in any man's power to say truly of thee that thou art not simple or that thou art not good; but let him be a liar whoever shall think anything of this kind about thee; and this is altogether in thy power.”

“I am thee and thou art me and all of one is the other.”

“I love thee and thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee.”

“I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!
How beautiful thou art!”

“Have this thought ever present with thee, when thou losest any outward thing, what thou gainest in its stead; and if this be the more precious, say not, I have suffered loss.”

“Thou art of the Jungle and not of the Jungle. And I am only a black panther. But I love thee, Little Brother.”

“Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh,
When the bird waketh, and the shadows flee;
Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,
Dawns the sweet consciousness, — I am with Thee.”

“If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be.”

“Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.”