True places are not found on maps.

Man and boy, I have lived ever since I can remember.

The only ugliness is that of the heart, seen through the face. And though beauty be obvious, the only loveliness is invisible.

I would prefer not to.

For in tremendous extremities human souls are like drowning men; well enough they know they are in peril; well enough they know the causes of that peril;--nevertheless, the sea is the sea, and these drowning men do drown.

I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

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.