There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.

The obscurest epoch is to-day.

Our affections and beliefs are wiser than we; the best that is in us is better than we can understand; for it is grounded beyond experience, and guides us, blindfold but safe, from one age on to another.

His past was fairly blameless; few men could read the rolls of their life with less apprehension; yet he was humbled to the dust by the many ill things he had done, and raised up again into sober and fearful gratitude by the many he had come so near to doing, yet avoided.

If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also.

Some people swallow the universe like a pill; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind.

Everyone who got where he is has had to begin where he was.