Only he is successful in his business who makes that pursuit which affords him the highest pleasure sustain him.

Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment; that background which the painter may not daub, be he master or bungler, and which, however awkward a figure we may have made in the foreground, remains ever our inviolable asylum, where no indignity can assail, no personality can disturb us.

A man of fine perceptions is more truly feminine than a merely sentimental woman.

Give me a Wildness whose glance no civilization can endure.

Our last deed, like the young of the land crab, wends its way to the sea of cause and effect as soon as born, and makes a drop there to eternity.

There is danger that we lose sight of what our friend is absolutely, while considering what she is to us alone.

I have found that hollow, which even I had relied on for solid.