To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.

The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of mortal life.

Not on the stage alone, in the world also, a man's real character comes out best in his asides.

I have learned to prize the quiet, lightning deed, not the applauding thunder at its heels that men call fame.

Eternity doth wear upon her face the veil of time. They only see the veil, and thus they know not what they stand so near!

Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles.