A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.

I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent of Eden's roses yet lingered in it, while it vibrated only to the world's first brood of nightingales, and to the laugh of Eve. I see the pyramids building; I hear the shoutings of the armies of Alexander.

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

How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.

The only thing a man knows is himself.

A thought may be very commendable as a thought, but I value it chiefly as a window through which I can obtain insight on the thinker.

My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest.