The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in god and woman.

There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve.

How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.

The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.

If the egotist is weak, his egotism is worthless. If the egotist is strong, acute, full of distinctive character, his egotism is precious, and remains a possession of the race.

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.

The discovery of a grey hair when you are brushing out your whiskers of a morning - first fallen flake of the coming snows of age - is a disagreeable thing.