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.

In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.

Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it.

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.

It is not of so much consequence what you say, as how you say it. Memorable sentences are memorable on account of some single irradiating word.

To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.

Looking forward into an empty year strikes one with a certain awe, because one finds therein no recognition. The years behind have a friendly aspect, and they are warmed by the fires we have kindled, and all their echoes are the echoes of our own voices.