My garden, with its silence and pulses of fragrance that come and go on the airy undulations, affects me like sweet music. Care stops at the gates, and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.

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 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.

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

To-day is always different from yesterday.

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.

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.