The very greatest genius, after all, is not the greatest thing in the world, any more than the greatest city in the world is the country or the sky. It is the concentration of some of its greatest powers, but it is not the greatest diffusion of its might. It is not the habit of its success, the stability of its sereneness.

Danger for danger's sake is senseless.

Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world.

Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.

Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.

The last excessive feelings of delight are always grave.

The person who can be only serious or only cheerful, is but half a man.