When the years bring wisdom, one learns to leave many problems to their own working out.

Penetrate deeply in the secret existence of anyone about you, even of the man or woman whom you count happiest, and you will come upon things they spend all their efforts to hide. Fair as the exterior may be, if you go in, you will find bare places, heaps of rubbish that can never be taken away, cold hearths, desolate altars, and windows veiled with cobwebs.

... sometimes, out of bitterness, the years distill forgiveness.

Youth asks no greater privilege than to fight its own battles. It is mistaken kindness to shield - it weakens one in the years to come.

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

Of all the things that make for happiness, the love of books comes first. No matter how the world may have used us, sure solace lies there.

A book, unlike any other friend, will wait, not only upon the hour but upon the mood.