If one could make alive again for other people some cobwebbed skein of old dead intrigues and breathe breath and character into dead names and stiff portraits. That is history to me!

Many who burnt heretics in the ordinary way of their business were otherwise excellent people.

After a day's walk everything has twice its usual value.

A little man often cast a long shadow.

We are literally children of the earth, and removed from her our spirits wither or run to various forms of insanity. Unless we can refresh ourselves at least by intermittent contact with nature, we grow awry.

There is no orthodoxy in walking. It is a land of many paths and no-paths, where every one goes his own and is right.

Education... has produced a vast population able to read but unable to distinguish what is worth reading.