Let Us Savour The Swift

There Is No Man More Complete Than The One Who Travelled A Lot, Who Changed The Shape Of His Thoughts And His Life Twenty Times.

Private Passions Tire And Exhaust Themselves, Public Ones Never.

All Our Tastes Are But Reminiscences.

Thou Makest The Man, O Sorrow!--yes, The Whole Man,--as The Crucible Gold.

Civil Wars Leave Nothing But Tombs.