Few men have imagination enough for reality.

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

Everything is both simpler than we can imagine and more entangled than we can conceive.

We blame equally him who is too proud to put a proper value on his own merit and him who prizes too highly his spurious worth.

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

There is a courtesy of the heart; it is allied to love. From its springs the purest courtesy in the outward behavior.

We can always redeem the man who aspires and strives.