I've been turning it over in after-dinner speeches, but it looks awkward-it's not what people are used to-it wants a good deal of Latin to make it go down.

What courage and patience are wanted for every life that aims to produce anything!

We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one's life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.

Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.

It is possible to have a strong self-love without any self-satisfaction, rather with a self-discontent which is the more intense because one's own little core of egoistic sensibility is a supreme care.

A man falling into dark waters seeks a momentary footing even on sliding stones.

I always think the flowers can see us, and know what we are thinking about.