I have the happiness of the passing moment, and what more can mortal ask?

It is because nations tend to stupidity and baseness that mankind moves so slowly; it is because individuals have a capacity for better things that it moves at all.

I know every book of mine by its scent, and I have but to put my nose between the pages to be reminded of all sorts of things.

Parks are but pavement disguised with a growth of grass.

It is the mind which creates the world about us, and even though we stand side by side in the same meadow, my eyes will never see what is beheld by yours, my heart will never stir to the emotions with which yours is touched.

Money is time. With money I buy for cheerful use the hours which otherwise would not in any sense be mine; nay, which would make me their miserable bondsman.

The mind which renounces, once and for ever, a futile hope, has its compensation in ever-growing calm.

Life, I fancy, would very often be insupportable, but for the luxury of self-compassion.

To every man it is decreed: Thou shalt live alone. Happy they who imagine that they have escaped the common lot; happy, whilst they imagine it.

The truths of life are not discovered by us. At moments unforeseen, some gracious influence descends upon the soul, touching it to an emotion which, we know not how, the mind transmutes into thought.