I trust you as holy men trust God; you could do nought that was not pure and loving, though the deed might pierce me unto death.

I will to make life less bitter for a few within my reach.

Appearances have very little to do with happiness.

The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.

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.

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.

bad literature of the sort called amusing is spiritual gin.