I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

Good-humor and, generosity carry day with the popular heart all the world over.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Nature never quite goes along with us. She is somber at weddings, sunny at funerals, and she frowns on ninety-nine out of a hundred picnics.

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

There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.

Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears.