O love! love! love! Is there any sorrow in life like loving?
Injustice is a sixth sense, and rouses all the others.
Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep, and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt, is already accomplished.
I wear the key of memory, and can open every door in the house of my life.
Mediocrity is always in a rush; but whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing with consideration. For genius is nothing more nor less than doing well what anyone can do badly.
In all troublous events we may find comfort, though it be only in the negative admission that things might have been worse.
When men make themselves into brutes it is just to treat them like brutes.
It is not that we have a soul, we are a soul.
It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.
A good message will always find a messenger.
Old age is the verdict of life.
Truth can be outraged by silence quite as cruelly as by speech.
Perhaps when the light of heaven shows us clearly the pitfalls and dangers of the earth road that led to the heavenly city, our sweetest songs of gratitude will be not for the troubles we have conquered, but for those we have escaped.
Once suspicion is aroused, every thing feeds it.
What we buy, and pay for, is part of ourselves.
A man nearly sixty is just as ready to suppose himself fascinating as a man of twenty.
Be not too strict – too far east is west. You may lose all by demanding all.
In any adversity gold can find friends.
Alas! it is not the renunciation of our past and future selves that is difficult; it is the steady denial of our present self which makes the disciple.
Human relations are built on feeling, not on reason or knowledge.