And let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once! And let that wisdom be false to us that brought no laughter with it!

One must learn to be a sponge if one wants to be loved by hearts that overflow.

They would have to sing better songs for me to learn to have faith in their Redeemer; and his disciples would have to look more redeemed!

The greatest cure for love is still that time honoured medicine - love returned.

To our strongest impulse, to the tyrant in us, not only our reason but also our conscience yields.

Such a man as instinctively feeds on pure ambrosia and leaves alone the indigestible in things.

In intercourse with scholars and artists one readily makes mistakes of opposite kinds: in a remarkable scholar one not infrequently finds a mediocre man; and often, even in a mediocre artist, one finds a very remarkable man.