Here is the world, sound as a nut, perfect, not the smallest piece of chaos left, never a stitch nor an end, not a mark of haste, or botching, or second thought; but the theory of the world is a thing of shreds and patches.

I am the owner of the sphere, Of the seven stars and the solar year, of Caesar's hand, and Plato's brain, Of Lord Christ's heart, and Shakespeare's strain.

If I could put my hand on the north star, would it be as beautiful? The sea is lovely, but when we bathe in it the beauty forsakesall the near water. For the imagination and senses cannot be gratified at the same time.

To finish the moment, to find the journey's end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours, is wisdom.

All history is but the lengthened shadow of a great man.

An action is the perfection and publication of thought.

Don't choose the better person, choose the person who makes a better you.