A single soul is richer than all the worlds.

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

Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.

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.

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.

To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.

There is a certain even-handed justice in Time; and for what he takes away he gives us something in return. He robs us of elasticity of limb and spirit, and in its place he brings tranquility and repose—the mild autumnal weather of the soul.