A blush is no language; only a dubious flag - signal which may mean either of two contradictories

A mother's yearning feels the presence of the cherished child even in the degraded man.

Joy is the best of wine.

What a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind - the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship.

To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished.

Gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes of those who diffuse it: it proves nothing but the bad taste of the smoker.

Adventure is not outside man; it is within.