We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.

The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

In ourselves are triumph and defeat.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.

The secret anniversaries of the heart.

I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books.