He that loveth maketh his own the grandeur he loves

The poorest experience is rich enough for all the purposes of expressing thought

There is properly no history, only biography.

All life is a nap. The more naps you take the better.

The days come and go but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.

The True Artist has the planet for his pedestal; the adventurer, after years of strife, has nothing broader than his shoes.

Win as if you were used to it, lose as if you enjoyed it for a change.