That best portion of a man's life his little nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.

Author: William Wordsworth

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Faith is a passionate intuition.

What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.

Getting and spending we lay waste our powers.

Not without hope we suffer and we mourn.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.

We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.