Every child can remember laying his head in the grass, staring into the infinitesimal forest and seeing it grow populous with fairy armies.

Of what shall a man be proud, if he is not proud of his friends?

There is indeed one element in human destiny that not blindness itself can controvert: whatever else we are intended to do, we are not intended to succeed; failure is the fate allotted. It is so in every art and study; it is so above all in the continent art of living well.

We can only know others by ourselves.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.

Since hate poisons the soul, don't cherish enmities or grudges: avoid people who make you unhappy.

If you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!