The mind, once stretched by a new idea, never returns to its original dimensions.

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

It does not hurt weak eyes to look into beautiful eyes never so long.

The soul is the perceiver and revealer of truth. We know truth when we see it, let skeptic and scoffer say what they choose. Foolish people ask you, when you have spoken what they do not wish to hear, 'How do you know it is truth, and not an error of your own?' We know truth when we see it, from opinion, as we know when we are awake that we are awake.

Besides, our action on each other, good as well as evil, is so incidental and at random, that we can seldom hear the acknowledgments of any person who would thank us for a benefit, without some shame and humiliation. We can rarely strike a direct stroke, but must be content with an oblique one; we seldom have the satisfaction of yielding a direct benefit, which is directly received.

Art is the path of the creator to his work.

Have mountains, and waves, and skies, no significance but what we consciously give them, when we employ them as emblems of our thoughts?