If A Man's Wit Be Wandering, Let

I Would Like My Pictures To Look As If A Human Being Had Passed Between Them, Like A Snail, Leaving A Trail Of The Human Presence And Memory Trace Of Past Events, As The Snail Leaves Its Slime.

God Almighty First Planted A Garden. And Indeed, It Is The Purest Of Human Pleasures.

Travel, In The Younger Sort, Is A Part Of Education; In The Elder, A Part Of Experience. He That Travelleth Into A Country Before He Hath Some Entrance Into The Language, Goeth To School, And Not To Travel.

People Prefer To Believe What They Want To Be True.

There Arises From A Bad And Unapt Formation Of Words A Wonderful Obstruction To The Mind.