What we call real estate - the solid ground to build a house on - is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.

We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right.

I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.

The present is burdened too much with the past. We have not time, in our earthly existence, to appreciate what is warm with life, and immediately around us.

Sunlight is painting.

A man's bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom.

Death is so genuine a fact that it excludes falsehoods, or betrays its emptiness; it is a touchstone that proves the gold, and dishonors the baser metal.