We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.

Eternity doth wear upon her face the veil of time. They only see the veil, and thus they know not what they stand so near!

The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it should, like current coin, be called in, and, from the mint of genius, reissued fresh and new.

The great man is the man who does a thing for the first time.

Yet through all, we know this tangled skein is in the hands of One, Who sees the end from the beginning: He shall unravel all.

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

Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles.