A friend is a person who goes around saying nice things about you behind your back.

Mankind divides itself into two classes,--benefactors and malefactors. The second class is vast; the first a handful.

Must we always talk for victory, and never once for truth, for comfort, and joy?

Nothing astonishes men so much as common sense and plain dealing.

To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty.

Literature is eavesdropping.

Almost all people descend to meet. All association must be a compromise, and, what is worst, the very flower and aroma of the flower of each of the beautiful natures disappears as they approach each other.