The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn.

A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Nature never quite goes along with us. She is somber at weddings, sunny at funerals, and she frowns on ninety-nine out of a hundred picnics.

Death, which we are accustomed to consider an evil, really acts for us the friendliest part, and takes away the commonplace of existence.

Seated in my library at night, and looking on the silent faces of my books, I am occasionally visited by a strange sense of the supernatural.

A man gazing at the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.