Do we fear suffering or apathy most? Is it from experience or the monotony of a commonplace existence that we quickest flee?

faces deceive, and the loveliness of youth is not like the loveliness of age - an absolute mirror of the soul within.

It would never do for me to lose my wits in the presence of a man who had none too many of his own.

He who steps on stones is glad to feel the smallest spray of moss beneath his feet.

There are two kinds of artists in this world; those that work because the spirit is in them, and they cannot be silent if they would, and those that speak from a conscientious desire to make apparent to others the beauty that has awakened their own admiration.

The finger of suspicion never forgets the way it has once pointed.

It was the smile which runs before a promise.