Happiness! Can any human being undertake to define it for another?

... it does not do to tell great people anything unpleasant.

An author departs; he does not die.

When the ship is going down we trouble ourselves little enough about the style of the cabin furniture.

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.

Silence sweeter is than speech.

Oh, the comfort - the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person - having neither to weigh thoughts nor to measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together.