Our impatience of miles, when we are in a hurry; but it is still best that a mile should have seventeen hundred and sixty yards.
Ralph Waldo EmersonBut, if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from these heavenly worlds, will separate between him and what he touches. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime... But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.
Ralph Waldo Emerson