It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love; and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.

One way of getting an idea of our fellow-countrymen's miseries is to go and look at their pleasures.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music.

As to memory, it is known that this frail faculty naturally lets drop the facts which are less flattering to our self-love - when it does not retain them carefully as subjects not to be approached, marshy spots with a warning flag over them.

It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.

Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.