We must learn the language of facts. The most wonderful inspirations die with their subject, if he has no hand to paint them to the senses.

Use what language you will, you can never say anything but what you are.

The order of things consents to virtue.

There is one other reason for dressing well, namely that dogs respect it, and will not attack you in good clothes.

Of all wit's uses, the main one is to live well with who has none.

The craft with which the world is made runs also into the mind and character of men. No man is quite sane; each has a vein of folly in his composition, a slight determination of blood to the head, to make sure of holding him hard to some one point which Nature has taken to heart.

There are moods in which we court suffering, in the hope that here, at least, we shall find reality, sharp peaks and edges of truth. But it turns out to be scene-painting and counterfeit. The only thing grief has taught me is to know how shallow it is.