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

A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world.

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.

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

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

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

An old novel has a history of its own.