The curse of the great is ennui.

In how large a proportion of creatures is existence composed of one ruling passion, the most agonizing of all sensations--fear.

Husband and wife have so many interests in common that when they have jogged through the ups and downs of life a sufficient time, the leash which at first galled often grows easy and familiar.

What men want is not talent, it is purpose; in other words, not the power to achieve, but the will to labor.

No author ever drew a character consistent to human nature, but he was forced to ascribe to it many inconsistencies.

Expression is the mystery of beauty.

The food of hope is meditative action.