There is nothing so lovely as to be beautiful. Beauty is a gift of God and we should cherish it as such.

We like no noise unless we make it ourselves.

It is day by day that we go forward; today we are as we were yesterday and tomorrow we shall be like ourselves today. So we go on without being aware of it, and this is one of the miracles of Providence that I so love.

. . . long journeys are strange things: if we were always to continue in the same mind we are in at the end of a journey, we should never stir from the place we were then in . . .

I know of no sorrow greater than that occasioned by a delay of the post.

Long life will sometimes obscure the star of fame.

True friendship is never serene.