It is in the nature of foolish reasonings to seem good to the foolish reasoner.

One must be poor to know the luxury of giving.

A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.

Only those who know the supremacy of the intellectual life-the life which has a seed of ennobling thought and purpose within it-can understand the grief of one who falls from that serene activity into the absorbing, soul-wasting struggle with worldly annoyances.

What novelty is worth the sweet monotony where everything is known, and loved because it is known?

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity-

Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.

There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that-to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.

It's them as take advantage that get advantage i' this world.