There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all parts, that is, the poet.

It is not length of life, but depth of life.

For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.

Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables him to do easily some feat impossible to any other.

Our faith comes in moments our vice is habitual.

Culture with us ends in headache.