To forget all about your mistakes adds to them perhaps.

I do not know but it is too much to read one newspaper a week. I have tried it recently, and for so long it seems to me that I have not dwelt in my native region. The sun, the clouds, the snow, the trees say not so much to me. You cannot serve two masters.

Not that the story need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short.

Of what significance the light of day, if it is not the reflection of an inward dawn?--to what purpose is the veil of night withdrawn, if the morning reveals nothing to the soul? It is merely garish and glaring.

There never is but one opportunity of a kind.

Though the hen should sit all day, she could lay only one egg, and, besides, would not have picked up materials for another.

If to chaffer and higgle are bad in trade, they are much worse in Love. It demands directness as of an arrow.