These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

The days .... come and go like muffled and veiled figures, sent from a distant friendly party; but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.

Every book is a quotation; and every house is a quotation out of all forests and mines and stone-quarries; and every man is a quotation from all his ancestors.

Never miss an opportunity of noticing anything of beauty ...