... the life of the mind is reality, and love without romantic illumination is a spiritless matter.

The nearer she came to death, the more, by some perversity of nature, did she enjoy living.

The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.

One cannot lay a foundation by scattering stones, nor is a reputation for good work to be got by strewing volumes about the world.

Insolent youth rides, now, in the whirlwind. For those modern iconoclasts who are without culture possess, apparently, all the courage.

women love with their imagination and men with their senses.

The government's like a mule, it's slow and it's sure; it's slow to turn, and it's sure to turn the way you don't want it.