A man is never so on trial as in the moment of excessive good fortune.

Riches take wings, comforts vanish, hope withers away,but love stays with us. Love is God.

Youth is but the painted shell within which, continually growing, lives that wondrous thing the spirit of a man, biding its moment of apparition, earlier in some than in others.

The happiness of love is in action; its test is what one is willing to do for others.

The smallest bird cannot light upon the greatest tree without sending a shock to its most distant fiber.

As a rule, there is no surer way to the dislike of men than to behave well where they have behaved badly.

This soldiering thing sadly deadens that very good thing, humanity.