There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that-to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.

All things journey: sun and moon, Morning, noon, and afternoon, Night and all her stars; 'Twixt the east and western bars Round they journey, Come and go! We go with them!

The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.

Pity that consequences are determined not by excuses but by actions!

We get a deal o' useless things about us, only because we've got the money to spend.

... learning to love any one is like an increase of property, -- it increases care, and brings many new fears lest precious things should come to harm.

There is no sort of wrong deed of which a man can bear the punishment alone; you can't isolate yourself and say that the evil that is in you shall not spread. Men's lives are as thoroughly blended with each other as the air they breathe; evil spreads as necessarily as disease.