With all your science can you tell me how it is, and when it is, that light comes into the soul?

Such is beauty ever,-neither here nor there, now nor then,-neither in Rome nor in Athens, but wherever there is a soul to admire.

If a man constantly aspires is he not elevated?

The traveler must be born again on the road, and earn a passport from the elements.

A book should contain pure discoveries, glimpses of terra firma, though by shipwrecked mariners, and not the art of navigation by those who have never been out of sight of land.

It is impossible to give a soldier a good education without making him a deserter. His natural foe is the government that drills him.

Routine is a ground to stand on, a wall to retreat to; we cannot draw on our boots without bracing ourselves against it.