Πόσο μάταιο είναι να κάθεσαι για να γράψεις, όταν δεν έχεις σηκωθεί για να ζήσεις!

Oh to reach the point of death and realize one has not lived at all.

Such is beauty ever. Neither here nor there, now nor then.Neither in Rome, nor in Athens.But, wherever there is a soul to admire.If I seek her elsewhere because I do not find her at home, my search will prove a fruitless one.

Si he de arrastrar mi trampa, me cuidaré de que sea ligera y no me pellizque en una parte vital

The man I meet is seldom so instructive as the silence which he breaks

Read not the Times, read the Eternities.

He who is only a traveller learns things at second-hand and by the halves, and is poor authority