The greatness of an artist or a writer does not depend on what he has in common with other artists and writers, but on what he has peculiar to himself.

Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears.

A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world.

Thoughts must come naturally, like wild-flowers; they cannot be forced in a hot-bed, even although aided by the leaf-mould of your past.

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

A single soul is richer than all the worlds.

In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October, when the trees are bare to the mild heavens, and the red leaves bestrew the road, and you can feel the breath of winter, morning and evening - no days so calm, so tenderly solemn, and with such a reverent meekness in the air.