The days come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant friendly party, but they say nothing and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.
Emerson's Journals, May 24, 1847, written on the night before his forty-forth birthday. According to the footnote (on p 277 of Vol XVII of the 1909 Houghton Mifflin edition of his journals edited and annotated by his Edward Waldo Emerson and Waldo Emerson Forbes) Emerson considered it one of his best sentences, but had no memory of writing it.
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