The river itself portrays humanity precisely, with its tortuous windings, its accumulation of driftwood, its unsuspected depths, and its crystalline shallows, singing in the Summer sun. Barriers may be built across its path, but they bring only power, as the conquering of an obstacle is always sure to do. Sometimes when the rocks and stone-clad hills loom large ahead, and eternity itself would be needed to carve a passage, there is an easy way around. The discovery of it makes the river sing with gladness and turns the murmurous deeps to living water, bright with ripples and foam.

Nothing is bad which does not harm either you or someone else.

How strange it is that life must be nearly over, before one fully learns to live!

Those who have been made great have first suffered.

At twenty, men love woman; at thirty, a woman; and at forty, women.

A good forgettery is a happier possession than a good memory.

It saves trouble to be conventional, for you're not always explaining things.