The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.

Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.

A man must be of a very quiet and happy nature, who can long endure the country; and, moreover, very well contented with his own insignificant person.

In the long run men hit only what they aim at.

I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.