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

If we were to live here always, with no other care than how to feed, clothe, and house ourselves, life would be a very sorry business. It is immeasurably heightened by the solemnity of death.

The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn.

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

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

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!

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