There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of mortal life.
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.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.