I flutter all ways, and fly in none.

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

A prig is a fellow who is always making you a present of his opinions.

We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.

I don't want the world to give me anything for my books except money enough to save me from the temptation to write only for money.

In the multitude of middle-aged men who go about their vocations in a daily course determined for them much in the same way as the tie of their cravats, there is always a good number who once meant to shape their own deeds and alter the world a little.

There are new eras in one's life that are equivalent to youth-are something better than youth.