Writing in English is like throwing mud at a wall.

Happiness, happiness ... the flavor is with you-with you alone, and you can make it as intoxicating as you please.

Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.

In order to move others deeply we must deliberately allow ourselves to be carried away beyond the bounds of our normal sensibility.

It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.

All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind.