A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.

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

To bring the best human qualities to anything like perfection, to fill them with the sweet juices of courtesy and charity, prosperity, or, at all events, a moderate amount of it, is required,--just as sunshine is needed for the ripening of peaches and apricots.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of mortal life.

And in any case, to the old man, when the world becomes trite, the triteness arises not so much from a cessation as from a transference of interest. What is taken from this world is given to the next. The glory is in the east in the morning, it is in the west in the afternoon, and when it is dark the splendour is irradiating the realm of the under-world. He would only follow.

A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.