A promise made is a debt unpaid.

The Wanderlust has got me... by the belly-aching fire

Ah! the clock is always slow; it is later than you think.

Old Year! upon the Stage of Time You stand to bow your last adieu; A moment, and the prompter's chime Will ring the curtain down on you.

I like to think that when I fall, A rain-drop in Death's shoreless sea, This shelf of books along the wall, Beside my bed, will mourn for me.

It isn't the mountain ahead that wears you out; it's the grain of sand in your shoe.

I have an intense dislike for artificial society. In France, one could lead a free life - to do what one wanted to do without interference or criticism from one's neighbors.