Beauty Always Has Something Remote.

I Try To Imagine Someone Saying To Shakespeare, 'relax!

The Act Of Naming Is The Great And Solemn Consolation Of Mankind

One Should Use Praise To Recognize What One Is Not.

A Child. . . Opens And Closes Like A Blossom.

Travelling, One Accepts Everything; Indignation Stays At Home. One Looks, One Listens, One Is Roused To Enthusiasm By The Most Dreadful Things Because They Are New. Good Travellers Are Heartless.