Hunting is a relic of the barbarism that once thirsted for human blood, but is now content with the blood of animals.

Constant companionship is not enjoyable, any more than constant eating. We sit too long at the table of friendship, when we outsit our appetites for each other's thoughts.

Kindred weaknesses induce friendships as often as kindred virtues.

The small courtesies sweeten life; the greater ennoble it.

In politics, merit is rewarded by the possessor being raised, like a target, to a position to be fired at.

A genuine passion is like a mountain stream; it admits of no impediment; it cannot go backward; it must go forward.

It is ever the invisible that is the object of our profoundest worship. With the lover it is not the seen but the unseen that he muses upon.