I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant. Now we reckon them as bank-days, by some debt which is to be paid us, or which we are to pay, or some pleasure we are to taste.

Profound sincerity is the only basis of talent as of character.

There is something servile in the habit of seeking after a law which we must obey.

The reality is more excellent than the report.

Let us not forget the genial miraculous force we have known to proceed from a book.

Fine manners need the support of fine manners in others.

A home kept to the end of display is impossible to all but a few women, and their success is dearly bought.