Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature.

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.

My friend is not perfect-no more than I am-and so we suit each other admirable.

A thought may be very commendable as a thought, but I value it chiefly as a window through which I can obtain insight on the thinker.

There is a slow-growing beauty which only comes to perfection in old age.... I have seen sweeter smiles on a lip of seventy than I ever saw on a lip of seventeen. There is the beauty of youth, and there is also the beauty of holiness—a beauty much more seldom met; and more frequently found in the arm-chair by the fire, with grandchildren around its knee, than in the ball-room or the promenade.

Every man's road in life is marked by the grave of his personal likings.

A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.