Art Is A Delayed Echo.

Chaos Is A Name For Any Order That Produces Confusion In Our Minds.

There Is No Greater Stupidity Or Meanness Than To Take Uniformity For An Ideal, As If It Were Not A Benefit And A Joy To A Man, Being What He Is, To Know That Many Are, Have Been, And Will Be Better Than He.

The Traveller Must Be Somebody And Come From Somewhere, So That His Definite Character And Moral Traditions May Supply An Organ And A Point Of Comparison For His Observations.

Eloquence Is A Republican Art, As Conversation Is An Aristocratic One.

Columbus Found A World, And Had No Chart Save One That Faith Deciphered In The Skies.