Someone calls biography the home aspect of history.

Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either.

It is the color which love wears, and cheerfulness, and joy--these three. It is the light in the window of the face by which the heart signifies to father, husband, or friend that it is at home and waiting.

Some people are so dry that you might soak them in a joke for a month and it would not get through their skins.

Truths are first clouds; then rain, then harvest and food.

A woman's pity often opens the door to love.

A man should fear when he only enjoys what good he does publicly. Is it not the publicity rather than the charity he loves? Is it not vanity, rather than benevolence, that gives such charities?