To have to die is a distinction of which no man is proud.

In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening - no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.

The globe has been circumnavigated, but no man ever yet has; you may survey a kingdom and note the result in maps, but all the savants in the world could not produce a reliable map of the poorest human personality.

In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.

In my garden I spend my days; in my library I spend my nights.

It is not of so much consequence what you say, as how you say it. Memorable sentences are memorable on account of some single irradiating word.

If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.