There are sorrows that are not painful, but are of the nature of some acids, and give piquancy and flavor to life.

A lie always needs a truth for a handle to it.

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.

Life would be a perpetual flea hunt if a man were obliged to run down all the innuendoes, inveracities, and insinuations and misrepresentations which are uttered against him.

As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.

A man that is afraid is never a man.

To do good work a man should no doubt be industrious. To do great work he must certainly be idle a well.