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

To-day is always different from yesterday.

Books are a finer world within the world. (1863)

Vanity in its idler moments is benevolent, is as willing to give pleasure as to take it, and accepts as sufficient reward for its services a kind word or an approving smile.

If a man is worth knowing at all, he is worth knowing well.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it should, like current coin, be called in, and, from the mint of genius, reissued fresh and new.