Those who love are but one step from heaven.
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual
He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing.
There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.
Beauty hath no true glass, except it be in the sweet privacy of loving eyes.
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame; Ev'y thin' thet' s done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same.