"Oui, elle avait cessé de vivre de la vie terrestre pour s'absorber dans le mensonge de cette vie idéale et n'être plus qu'un pur Esprit mêlé aux illusions d'un monde imaginaire."

"With departing Venus, large to the last, and shining even to the edge of the horizon, the vast dome presents at this moment, such a spectacle !"

"It is, I imagine, common in youth to feel in quick succession a number of different attitudes towards life and the world, and to feel each in turn as strongly as if it had no competitors."

"Je ne nie pas que l’amour ait maille à partir avec la vie. Je dis qu’il doit vaincre et pour cela s’être élevé à une telle conscience poétique de lui-même que tout ce qu’il rencontre nécessairement d’hostile se fonde au foyer de sa propre gloire."

"L'or, les rubis, les émeraudes, les saphirs et les topazes, fouettés en poussières ou massés en blocs, ne suffiraient pas dans l'oeuvre des hommes pour refaire l'œuvre des soleils et des vents."

""We must have our bread." But what is our bread ? Is it baker's bread ? Methinks it should be very home-made bread."

"La nature morte suffit à son ambition, à sa joie. Dans l’immense domaine de l’art, il s’est réservé ce petit coin intime et fleuri comme son jardin."

"— I write this, 11 A. m., shelter'd under a dense oak by the bank, where I have taken refuge from a sudden rain."

"C'est la vie entière qui est mystérieuse. C'est tout ce que nous voyons, et c'est nous-même..."

"Birds, like men, have a history. They are unconscious of it, but its accomplished facts affect them still and shape the course of their existence."

"It is sweet on awaking in the early morn to listen to the small bird singing on the tree. "

"Here I am thirty-four years old, and yet my life is almost wholly unexpanded. How much is in the germ! "

"The traveller need not go out of the road to get as many as he wants; every bush and vine teems with palatable fruit."

"One day, when I went out to my wood-pile, or rather my pile of stumps, I observed two large ants, the one red, the other much larger and black, fiercely contending with one another..."

"She was perhaps too sensitive; life would be impossible if everyone was like her".

" By Latin and English Poetry, I was born and bred in an oratorio of praises of nature, flowers, birds and mountains, sun and moon..."

"This tale begins when Siddhartha, the beautiful son of a Brahman priest, finds that though he makes everyone else happy, he is not happy himself."

"The more I considered, the more the man seemed akin to the horse."

"Now I am alone — oh, how alone! The stars may behold my tears, and the winds drink my sighs; but my thoughts are a sealed treasure, which I can confide to none."

"Shakespeare makes the chief qualification of the walker a merry heart."

"La poésie ne vaut que par l'émotion véridique, ressentie et donnée. Le reste est vain, le reste est de l'encombrement et du verbiage."

"A friend said, "Why do you go the same road every day ? Why not have a change and walk somewhere else sometimes ?"

"Rien de ce que nous eûmes dans l'enfance ne fut tout à fait aussi important que nos étés en Cornouaille."

"L'absolu est le nécessaire, l'intime resplendissance."