Some have the temperament and tastes of genius, without its creative power. They feel acutely, but express tamely.

Earnest men never think in vain, though their thoughts may be errors.

Death is the only monastery; the tomb is the only cell, and the grave that adjoins the convent is the bitterest mock of its futility.

Poverty is relative, and, therefor not ignoble.

I did not fall into love - I rose into love.

Westward, beyond the still pleasant, but, even then, no longer solitary, hamlet of Charing, a broad space, broken here and there by scattered houses and venerable pollards, in the early spring of 1467, presented the rural scene for the sports and pastimes of the inhabitants of Westminister and London.

When a person is down in the world, an ounce of help is better than a pound of preaching.