Fame itself is but an epitaph; as late, as false, as true.

Undoubtedly, in the most brilliant successes, the first rank is always sacrificed.

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.

A simple woman down in Tyngsborough, at whose house I once stopped to get a draught of water, when I said, recognizing the bucket, that I had stopped there nine years before for the same purpose, asked if I was not a traveler, supposing that I had been traveling ever since, and had now come round again.

There are some things which a man never speaks of, which are much finer kept silent about. To the highest communications we only lend a silent ear.

I look upon England today as an old gentleman who is travelling with a great deal of baggage, trumpery which has accumulated fromlong housekeeping, which he has not the courage to burn.

After the first blush of sin comes its indifference.