The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.

Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

What we call real estate - the solid ground to build a house on - is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.

The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison.

A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.

In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

The only sensible ends of literature are, first, the pleasurable toil of writing; second, the gratification of one's family and friends; and lastly, the solid cash.

A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.

It contributes greatly towards a man's moral and intellectual health, to be brought into habits of companionship with individuals unlike himself, who care little for his pursuits, and whose sphere and abilities he must go out of himself to appreciate.

Moonlight is sculpture.

Easy reading is damn hard writing.

Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.

Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; inaccuracy, of dishonesty.

Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.

Our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal.

Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.

You can get assent to almost any proposition so long as you are not going to do anything about it.

We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.

Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.

A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.

Time flies over us, but leaves it shadow behind.

Nobody has any conscience about adding to the improbabilities of a marvelous tale.

Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.

The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.

Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.

What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!

A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.

No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may not be going to prove one's self a fool; the truest heroism is to resist the doubt; and the profoundest wisdom, to know when it ought to be resisted, and when it be obeyed.

All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.

Sunlight is painting.

Every individual has a place to fill in the world and is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not.

My fortune somewhat resembled that of a person who should entertain an idea of committing suicide, and, altogether beyond his hopes, meet with the good hap to be murdered.

Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.

Life is made up of marble and mud.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.

Happiness is like a butterfly which when pursued is always beyond our grasp but if you will sit down quietly may alight upon you.

Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is always just beyond your grasp but which if you will sit down quietly may alight upon you.

The Christian faith is a grand cathedral with divinely pictured windows.

Every individual has a place to fill in the world and it important in some respect whether he chooses to be or not.

Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.

Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is just out of grasp. But if you sit down quietly may alight upon you.

Faith is a grand cathedral with divinely pictured windows standing without you can see no glory nor can imagine any but standing within every ray of light reveals a harmony of unspeakable splendors.