The person who has stopped being thankful has fallen asleep in life.
Sightseeing is the art of disappointment.
The first experience can never be repeated. The first love, the first sun-rise, the first South Sea Island, are memories apart, and touched a virginity of sense.
Nobody speaks of a beautifful view for 5 minutes
Every book is, in an intimate sense, a circular-letter to the friends of him who writes it.
You can kill the body, but not the spirit.