It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.

Half the sorrows of women would be averted if they could repress the speech they know to be useless-nay, the speech they have resolved not to utter.

Solomon's Proverbs, I think, have omitted to say, that as the sore palate findeth grit, so an uneasy consciousness heareth innuendos.

There is no general doctrine which is not capable of eating out our morality if unchecked by the deep-seated habit of direct fellow-feeling with individual fellow-men.

To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.

In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.

It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine--something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.