An improper mind is a perpetual feast.

The test of a vocation is the love of the drudgery it involves.

Don't laugh at youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.

All our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.

Youth is the time for adventures of the body, but age for the triumphs of the mind.

An echo of music, a face in the street, the wafer of the new moon, a wanton thought - only in the iridescence of things the vagabond soul is happy.

Don't tell friends their social faults; they will cure the fault and never forgive you.