What have I to do with plows? I cut another furrow than you see.
WE begin to die not in our sense or extremities, but in our divine faculties.
What recommends commerce to me is its enterprise and bravery. It does not clasp its hands and pray to Jupiter.
There must be some nerve and heroism in our love, as of a winter morning.
The pleasures of the intellect are permanent, the pleasures of the heart are transitory.
Only the traveling is good which reveals to me the value of home and enables me to enjoy it better.