Love turns, with little indulgence, to indifference or disgust: hatred alone is immortal.
Travel’s greatest purpose is to replace an empty mind with an open one.
We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.
Even a highwayman, in the way of trade, may blow out your brains, but if he uses foul language at the same time, I should say he was no gentleman.
Modern fanaticism thrives in proportion to the quanitity of contradictions and nonsense it poures down the throats of the gaping multitude, and the jargon and mysticism it offers to their wonder and credulity.
Any one may mouth out a passage with theatrical cadence or get upon stilts to tell his thoughts. But to write or speak with propriety and simplicity is a more difficult task.
Give me the clear blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours’ march to dinner – and then to thinking!
We cannot read the same works forever. Our honey-moon, even though we wed the Muse, must come to an end; and it is followed by indifference, if not by disgust.
I bear the creature no ill-will, but still I hate the very sight of it.
Those who are at war with others are not at peace with themselves.