The great man is the man who does a thing for the first time.

The truly great rest in the knowledge of their own deserts, nor seek the conformation of the world.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

My friend is not perfect-no more than I am-and so we suit each other admirable.

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.

My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music. Care stops at the gates, and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.