There is certainly something of exquisite kindness and thoughtful benevolence in that rarest of gifts,--fine breeding.

It is not by the gray of the hair that one knows the age of the heart.

There are two lives to each of us, the life of our actions, and the life of our minds and hearts. History reveals men's deeds and their outward characters, but not themselves. There is a secret self that has its own life, unpenetrated and unguessed.

The more the merely human part of the poet remains a mystery, the more willing is the reverence given to his divine mission.

A friend who stands with you in pressure is more valuable than a hundred ones who stand with you in pleasure.

The easiest person to deceive is one's self.

As the films of clay are removed from our eyes, Death loses the false aspect of the spectre, and we fall at last into its arms as a wearied child upon the bosom of its mother.