Our first and last love is self-love.

The worth of a book is a matter of expressed juices.

The language of the heart--the language which "comes from the heart" and "goes to the heart"--is always simple, always graceful, and always full of power, but no art of rhetoric can teach it. It is at once the easiest and most difficult language--difficult, since it needs a heart to speak it; easy, because its periods though rounded and full of harmony, are still unstudied.

It is our relation to circumstances that determine their influence over us. The same wind that blows one ship into port may blow another off shore.

As many suffer from too much as too little.

No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.

Wine is a treacherous friend who you must always be on guard for.