I travel on by nature’s path until I fall and find rest, breathing my last into that air from which I draw my daily breath, and falling on that earth which gave my father his seed, my mother her blood, my nurse her milk; the earth which for so many years has fed and watered me day by day; the earth which bears my tread and all the ways in which I abuse her.
Men seek retreats for themselves… no retreat offers someone more quiet and relaxation than that into his own mind.
If I cannot sway the heavens, I’ll wake the powers of hell! Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.
Sometimes when you lose your way in the fog, you end up in a beautiful place! Don’t be afraid of getting lost!
I am compelled into this country.
The map? I will first make it.
L’homme n’est rien, l’œuvre tout!
Just as the body needs food, the soul needs books.
No man is an Island, intire of it selfe; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
I am past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar.
I know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, I’ll go to it laughing.
Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually.