Classics which at home are drowsily read have a strange charm in a country inn, or in the transom of a merchant brig.

The world is always childish, and with each new gewgaw of a revolution or new constitution that it finds, thinks it shall never cry any more.

I unsettle all things.

When you were born you were crying and everyone else was smiling. Live your life so at the end, your're the one who is smiling and everyone else is crying.

In self-trust all the virtues are comprehended.

What is the city in which we sit here, but an aggregate of incongruous materials, which have obeyed the will of some man?

No man should travel until he has learned the language of the country he visits. Otherwise he voluntarily makes himself a great baby - so helpless and so ridiculous.