The greatest journeys are not measured in miles, but in moments that take your breath away.
The glory of the heavens is infinite to us.
Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the objet of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have cought happiness without dreaming of it.
The world is a canvas, and we are the painters.