The lover never sees personal resemblances in his mistress to her kindred or to others. His friends find in her a likeness to hermother, or her sisters, or to persons not of her blood. The lover sees no resemblance except to summer evenings and diamond mornings, to rainbows and the song of birds.

For everything you gain, you lose something.

If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and there abide, the huge world will come round to him.

That which we persist in doing becomes easier to do, not that the nature of the thing has changed but that our power to do has increased.

As a cure for worrying, work is better than whiskey.

If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around your own.

Beauty is an outward gift, which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused.