Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove young Phidias brought.

If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways, I keep and pass and turn again.

There is properly no history, only biography.

No man ever came to an experience which was satiating, but his good is tidings of a better. Onward and onward!

Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.

If you would rule the world quietly, you must keep it amused.

Do you see that kitten chasing so prettily her own tail? If you could look with her eyes, you might see her surrounded with hundreds of figures performing complex dramas, with tragic and comic issues, long conversations, many characters, many ups and downs of fate.