Pushing any truth out very far, you are met by a counter-truth.

No man is good for anything who has not some particle of obstinacy to use upon occasion.

A man without mirth is like wagon without springs, in which one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it turns.

Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him.

A gamester, as such, is the cool, calculating, essential spirit of concentrated, avaricious selfishness.

What if you have seen it before, ten thousand times over? An apple tree in full blossom is like a message, sent fresh from heaven to earth, of purity and beauty.

The methods by which men have met and conquered trouble, or been slain by it, are the same in every age.