I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.

The first experience can never be repeated. The first love, the first sun-rise, the first South Sea Island, are memories apart, and touched a virginity of sense.

There is but one art, to omit! Oh, if I knew how to omit I would ask no other knowledge. A man who knows how to omit would make an Iliad of a daily paper.

I have been made to learn that the doom and burden of our life is bound forever on man’s shoulders; and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure.

To avoid an occasion for our virtues is a worse degree of failure than to push forward pluckily and make a fall.

Doubtless the world is quite right in a million ways; but you have to be kicked about a little to convince you of the fact.

Lastly (and this is, perhaps, the golden rule), no woman should marry a man who does not smoke.