It is a capital blunder; as you discover, when another man recites his charities.

There is nothing we value and hunt and cultivate and strive to draw to us, but in some hour we turn and rend it.

I find nothing in fables more astonishing than my experience in every hour. One moment of a man's life is a fact so stupendous as to take the luster out of fiction.

Solitude is naught and society is naught. Alternate them and the good of each is seen.

Books take their place according to their specific gravity as surely as potatoes in a tub.

Let us leave hurry to slaves.

Only so much of life do I know as I have lived.