One couldn't carry on life comfortably without a little blindness to the fact that everything has been said better than we can put it ourselves.

One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.

To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.

You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only es

Shepperton Church was a very different looking building five-and-twenty years ago. To be sure, its substantial stone tower looks at you through its intelligent eye, the clock, with the friendly expression of former days; but in everything else what changes!

There's folks as make bad butter and trusten to the salt t' hide it.

Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.