To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.
A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world.
Nature never quite goes along with us. She is somber at weddings, sunny at funerals, and she frowns on ninety-nine out of a hundred picnics.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
The globe has been circumnavigated, but no man ever yet has; you may survey a kingdom and note the result in maps, but all the savants in the world could not produce a reliable map of the poorest human personality.