when we leave society and come into the presence of Nature, we become children again; and the fictions of thought and action assumed among men drop off like a garment.

move not in your anger; it is like putting to sea in a tempest.

Perhaps when the light of heaven shows us clearly the pitfalls and dangers of the earth road that led to the heavenly city, our sweetest songs of gratitude will be not for the troubles we have conquered, but for those we have escaped.

It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

When a man has calamity upon calamity the world generally concludes that he must be a very wicked man to deserve them. Perhaps the world is right; but it is also just possible that the world ... may be wrong.

The great difference between voyages rests not with the ships, but with the people you meet on them.