Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.

Men are what their mothers made them.

Flowers so strictly belong to youth, that we adult men soon come to feel, that their beautiful generations concern not us: we havehad our day; now let the children have theirs. The flowers jilt us, and we are old bachelors with our ridiculous tenderness.

We wake from one dream into another dream.

Every great and commanding movement in the annals of the world is due to the triumph of enthusiasm. Nothing great was ever achieved without it

Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.

I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.