“Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.”

“Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.”

“Though he would sometimes not touch a book for a week, he generally spent part of each day in reading…if he sat in the library an hour, he would have half a dozen volumes around him, on the table, on chairs and on the floor. He seemed to read a few pages here and a few pages there, and pass from place to place, from volume to volume…sometimes (though very rarely) he would get sufficiently interested in a volume to read it all.”

“To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.”

“From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines.”

“If the wind will not serve, take to the oars. To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle.”

“From this hour, freedom! Going where I like, my own master...”