In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening - no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.

Good-humor and, generosity carry day with the popular heart all the world over.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

A man does not plant a tree for himself; he plants it for posterity.

I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

The globe has been circumnavigated, but no man ever yet has; you may survey a kingdom and note the result in maps, but all the savants in the world could not produce a reliable map of the poorest human personality.

My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest.