Experience comprises illusions lost, rather than wisdom gained.

The habit of prayer communicates a penetrating sweetness to the glance, the voice, the smile, the tears,--to all one says, or does, or writes.

I look at what I have not and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and think me happy.

When orators and auditors have the same prejudices, those prejudices run a great risk of being made to stand for incontestable truths.

Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.

There is a slowness in affairs which ripens them, and a slowness which rots them.

Great dejection often follows great enthusiasm.