A blockhead cannot come in, nor go away, nor sit, nor rise, nor stand, like a man of sense.
You cannot be both fashionable and first-rate
Growing old is not a gradual decline, but a series of drops, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another below it.
Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.
When elderly invalids meet with fellow-victims of their own ailments, then at last real conversation begins, and life is delicious.
The great art of writing is the art of making people real to themselves with words.
What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.
Feel the joy. . feel the happiness.
Honey bees are amazing creatures. I mean, think about it, do earwigs make chutney?
Talent without discipline is like an octopus on roller skates
Faith, like light, should always be simple and unbending; while love, like warmth, should beam forth on every side, and bend to every necessity of our brethren.