We grizzle every day. I see no need of it. Whilst we converse with what is above us, we do not grow old, but grow young.

Ennui shortens life, and bereaves the day of its light.

Any extraordinary degree of beauty in man or woman involves a moral charm.

Spoons and skimmers you can be undistinguishably together; but vases and statues require each a pedestal for itself.

Cities force growth and make people talkative and entertaining, but they also make them artificial.

The cheapness of man is every day's tragedy. It is as real a loss that others should be low, as that we should be low; for we musthave a society.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.