When someone dies, it is like when your house burns down; it isn't for years that you realize the full extent of your loss.

It is a dear and lovely disposition, and a most valuable one, that can brush away indignities and discourtesies and seek and find the pleasanter features of an experience.

...many foolish persons, wanderers from other parts, have the vain fashion of graving their names and the obscure places whence they come, upon its stones, which is silly and marketh the doer for a fool.

Pessimist: The optimist who didn't arrive.

The universal brotherhood of man is our most precious possession.

The longing of my heart is a fairy portrait of myself: I want to be pretty; I want to eliminate facts and fill up the gap with charms.

Don't wait the time is never just right.