Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep, and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt, is already accomplished.

when we leave society and come into the presence of Nature, we become children again; and the fictions of thought and action assumed among men drop off like a garment.

It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.

move not in your anger; it is like putting to sea in a tempest.

We generally get the evil we expect.

Old age is the verdict of life.

A man nearly sixty is just as ready to suppose himself fascinating as a man of twenty.