There is no gift more great than love.

Good and evil keep very exact accounts... and the face of every man is their ledger.

In religious matters a traveller loses nothing by civility.

I have read that the secret of gallantry is to accept the pleasures of life leisurely, and its inconveniences with a shrug; as well as that, among other requisites, the gallant person will always consider the world with a smile of toleration, and his own doings with a smile of honest amusement, and Heaven with a smile which is not distrustful — being thoroughly persuaded that God is kindlier than the genteel would regard as rational.

At all events, I do not mean to leave it unaltered.

The touch of time does more than the club of Hercules.

Love, I take it, must look toward something not quite accessible, something not quite understood.