The clear-sighted do not rule the world, but they sustain and console it.

whereas the dog strives to lessen the distance between himself and man, seeks ever to be intelligent and intelligible, and translates into looks and actions the words he cannot speak, the cat dwells within the circle of her own secret thoughts.

Next to the joy of the egotist is the joy of the detractor.

There is a natural limit to the success we wish our friends, even when we have spurred them on their way.

Letter-writing on the part of a busy man or woman is the quintessence of generosity.

We have but the memories of past good cheer, we have but the echoes of departed laughter. In vain we look and listen for the mirth that has died away. In vain we seek to question the gray ghosts of old-time revelers.

History is, and has always been trameled by facts. It may ignore some and deny others; but it cannot accommodate itself unreservedly to theories; it cannot be stripped of things evidenced in favor of things surmised.