The hunter who accepts the sporting code of ethics keeps his commandments in the greatest solitude, with no witness or audience other than the sharp peaks of the mountain, the roaming cloud, the stern oak, the trembling juniper, and the passing animal.
The person portrayed and the portrait are two entirely different things.
We cannot put off living until we are ready.
Commonplaces are the tramways of intellectual transportation.
An 'unemployed' existence is a worse negation of life than death itself.
Thought is not a gift to man but a laborious, precarious and volatile acquisition.