A man gazing at the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.

Trees are your best antiques

Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

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.

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

A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world.