The traveler was active; he went strenuously in search of people, of adventure, of experience. The tourist is passive.

Cursed Mammon be, when he with treasures To restless action spurs our fate! Cursed when for soft, indulgent leisures, He lays for us the pillows straight.

The dear good people don't know how long it takes to learn to read. I've been at it eighty years, and can't say yet that I've reached the goal.

Our passions are true phoenixes; as the old burn out the new straight rise up from the ashes.

Each ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires.

The march of intellect, which licks all the world into shape, has even reached the devil.

To act is easy; to think is hard.