age is nothing but death that is conscious.

Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!

Intensely selfish people are always very decided as to what they wish. They do not waste their energies in considering the good of others.

Great men always have dogs.

An easy-going husband is the one indispensable comfort of life.

Power is sweet, and when you are a little clerk you love its sweetness quite as much as if you were an emperor, and maybe you love it a good deal more.

Coleridge cried; "O God, how glorious it is to live!" Renan asks, "O God, when will it be worth while to live?" In Nature we echo the poet; in the world we echo the thinker.