You cannot hide the soul.

...that one most perilous and long voyage ended, only begins a second; and a second ended, only begins a third, and so on, for ever and for aye. Such is the endlessness, yea, the intolerableness of all earthly effort.

The ancients of the ideal description, instead of trying to turn their impracticable chimeras, as does the modern dreamer, into social and political prodigies, deposited them in great works of art, which still live while states and constitutions have perished, bequeathing to posterity not shameful defects but triumphant successes.

Poor people make a very poor business of it when they try to seem rich.

We die of too much life.

Traveling takes the ink out of one's pen as well as the cash out of one's purse.

For whatever is truly wondrous and fearful in man, never yet was put into words or books.