The reality is more excellent than the report.

A man is like a bit of Labrador spar, which has no luster as you turn it in your hand, until you come to a particular angle; then it shows deep and beautiful colors.

Our prejudices are our robbers, they rob us valuable things in life. People only see what they are prepared to see.

Everything teaches transition, transference, metamorphosis: therein is human power, in transference, not in creation; & therein is human destiny, not in longevity but in removal. We dive & reappear in new places.

Every man passes his life in the search after friendship.

We animate what we can see, and we see only what we animate.

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.