The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning - first fallen flake of the coming snows of age - is a disagreeable thing.

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!

Death, which we are accustomed to consider an evil, really acts for us the friendliest part, and takes away the commonplace of existence.

Men praise poverty, as the African worships Mumbo Jumbo--from terror of the malign power, and a desire to propitiate at.

An old novel has a history of its own.

The greatness of an artist or a writer does not depend on what he has in common with other artists and writers, but on what he has peculiar to himself.

One never hugs one's good luck so affectionately as when listening to the relation of some horrible misfortunes which has overtaken others.