Hobbies are apt to run away with us, you know; it doesn't do to be run away with. We must keep the reins.

It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self.

There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that-to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.

But what is opportunity to the man who can't use it?

One has to spend so many years in learning how to be happy. I am just beginning to make some progress in the science, and I hope to disprove Young's theory that "as soon as we have found the key of life it opes the gates of death." Every year strips us of at least one vain expectation, and teaches us to reckon some solid good in its stead. I never will believe that our youngest days are our happiest. What a miserable augury for the progress of the race and the destination of the individual if the more matured and enlightened state is the less happy one!

One can begin so many things with a new person! - even begin to be a better man.

There's many a good bit o' work done with a sad heart.