For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move; to feel the needs and hitches of our life more nearly; to come down off this feather-bed of civilisation, and find the globe granite underfoot and strewn with cutting flints.

To be wholly devoted to some intellectual exercise is to have succeeded in life.

Saints are sinners who kept on going.

Restfulness is a quality for cattle; the virtues are all active, life is alert.

Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.

If your morals make you dreary, depend upon it they are wrong.

The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.