Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend, Unnerves his strength, invites his end.

Every evil to which we do not succumb is a benefactor.

Tart, cathartic virtue.

Do what you fear and your fear will die.

The merit of those who fill a space in the world's history, who are borne forward, as it were, by the weight of thousands whom they lead, shed a perfume less sweet than do the sacrifices of private virtue.

Wise men are not wise at all hours, and will speak five times from their taste or their humor, to once from their reason.

Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.