Everywhere bees go racing with the hours, / For every bee becomes a drunken lover, / Standing upon his head to sup the flowers.

Nothing shows up the difference between the things said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.

Travel is a private pleasure, since it consists entirely of things felt and things seen.

Not seeing is half-believing.

To hope for Paradise is to live in Paradise, a very different thing from actually getting there.

What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful.

Prose is a poor thing, a poor inadequate thing, compared with poetry which says so much more in shorter time.