Imagination is a licensed trespasser: it has no fear of dogs, but may climb over walls and peep in at windows with impunity.

It's never too late to be who you were meant to be.

But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.

Miserliness is a capital quality to run in families; it's the safe side for madness to dip on.

What is opportunity to the man who cant use it?

It is necessary to me, not simply to be but to utter, and I require utterance of my friends.

The best travel is that which one can take by one's own fireside. In memory or imagination.