The artist's business is to take sorrow when it comes. The depth and capacity of his reception is the measure of his art; and when he turns his back on his own suffering, he denies the very laws of his being and closes the door on everything that can ever make him great.

It is only the unexpected that ever makes a customs officer think.

Words are the only arteries of thought our poor human body possesses.

Few are the giants of the soul who actually feel that the human race is their family circle.

I first noticed how the sound of water is like the talk of human voices, and would sometimes wake in the night and listen, thinking that a crowd of people were coming through the woods.

This is a great moment, when you see, however distant, the goal of your wandering. The thing which has been living in your imagination suddenly become part of the tangible world. It matters not how many ranges, rivers or parching dusty ways may lie between you; it is yours now for ever.

The true fruit of travel is perhaps the feeling of being nearly everywhere at home.