The history of the past is a mere puppet-show. A little man comes out and blows a little trumpet, and goes in again. You look for something new, and lo! another little man comes out, and blows another little trumpet, and goes in again. And it is all over.

A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.

Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.

Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.

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

The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.

Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.