Know'st thou the land where the lemon-trees bloom, Where the gold orange glows in the deep thicket's gloom, Where a wind ever soft from the blue heaven blows, And the groves are of laurel and myrtle and rose!

One ought, everyday, to hear a song, read a fine poem, and, if possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

Never let a day pass without looking at some perfect work of art, hearing some great piece of music and reading, in part, some great book.

Sowing is not as difficult as reaping.

The affairs of the world are no more than so much trickery, and a man who toils for money or honour or whatever else in deference to the wishes of others, rather than because his own desire or needs lead him to do so, will always be a fool.

He is happy as well as great who needs neither to obey nor to command in order to be something.

A rainbow which lasts for a quarter of an hour is looked at no longer.