Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair

Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.

For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.

Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it made a cathedral.

Every man is his own doctor of divinity, in the last resort.

To know what you prefer, instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive.

For there is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.