Make gentle the life of this world.

These are but dreaming men. Breathe$$$ and they fade.

Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.

Travel is glamorous only in retrospect.

I would rather feel compassion than know the meaning of it. I would hope to act with compassion without thinking of personal gain.

We must love them both$$$ those whose opinions we share and those whose opinions we reject$$$ for both have labored in the search for truth$$$ and both have helped us in finding it.

It used to be about trying to do something. Now it's about trying to be someone.

What qualities are there for which a man gets so speedy a return of applause$$$ as those of bodily superiority$$$ activity$$$ and valour? Time out of mind strength and courage have been the theme of bards and romances; and from the story of Troy down to to-day$$$ poetry has always chosen a soldier for a hero. I wonder is it because men are cowards in heart that they admire bravery so much$$$ and place military valour so far beyond every other quality for reward and worship?

A gentleman sitting in spectacles before an old ledger$$$ and writing down pitiful remembrances of his own condition$$$ is a quaint and ridiculous object.

Oh$$$ be humble$$$ my brother$$$ in your prosperity! Whose virtue is a deficiency of temptation$$$ whose success may be a chance$$$ whose rank may be an ancestor's accident$$$ whose prosperity is very likely a satire.