It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

There is a sort of human paste that when it comes near the fire of enthusiasm is only baked into harder shape.

Some people are born to make life pretty, and others to grumble that it is not pretty enough.

It's no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.

A man never lies with more delicious languor under the influence of a passion than when he has persuaded himself that he shall subdue it to-morrow.

When the animals entered the Ark in pairs, one may imagine that allied species made much private remark on each other, and were tempted to think that so many forms feeding on the same store of fodder were eminently superfluous, as tending to diminish the rations.

The desire to conquer is itself a sort of subjection.