Constancy in love is a good thing; but it means nothing, and is nothing, without constancy in every kind of effort.

Nobody near me here, but rats, and they are fine stealthy secret fellows.

When I speak of home, I speak of the place where in default of a better--those I love are gathered together; and if that place where a gypsy's tent, or a barn, I should call it by the same good name notwithstanding.

I never see any difference in boys. I only know two sorts of boys. Mealy boys and beef-faced boys.

We never tire of the friendships we form with books.

A man in public life expects to be sneered at -- it is the fault of his elevated situation, and not of himself.

If her eyes had no expression, it was probably because they had nothing to express. If she had few wrinkles, it was because her mind had never traced its name or any other inscription on her face.