Reason is not time only interpreter of life. The fountain of action is in time feelings.

The art of walking is at once suggestive of the dignity of man. Progressive motion alone implies power, but in almost every other instance it seems a power gained at the expense of self-possession.

There is more or less of pathos in all true beauty. The delight it awakens has an indefinable, and, as it were, luxurious sadness, which is perhaps one element of its might.

A pilgrimage is an admirable remedy for over-fastidiousness and sickly refinement.

There are beauties of character which, like the night-blooming cereus, are closed against the glare and turbulence of every-day life, and bloom only in shade and solitude, and beneath the quiet stars.

Travel gives a character of experience to our knowledge, and brings the figures on the tablet of memory into strong relief.

Reason is not time only interpreter of life. The fountain of action is in time feelings.