Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it.

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

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

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

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!

A man can bear a world's contempt when he has that within which says he's worthy. When he contemns himself, there burns the hell.

An old novel has a history of its own.