Teach me your mood, O patient stars. Who climb each night, the ancient sky. leaving on space no shade, no scars, no trace of age, no fear to die.

Sooner or later that which is now life shall be poetry, and every fair and manly trait shall add a richer strain to the song.

Life is not so short but that there is always time enough for courtesy.

Bonaparte knew but one merit, and rewarded in one and the same way the good soldier, the good astronomer, the good poet, the good player.

Cities force growth and make men talkative and entertaining, but they make them artificial. What possesses interest for us is thenatural of each, his constitutional excellence. This is forever a surprise, engaging and lovely; we cannot be satiated with knowing it, and about it; and it is this which the conversation with Nature cherishes and guards.

When I read a good book, I wish my life were three thousand years long.

The world makes way for the man who knows where he is going