In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be a gainer; to forget oneself is to be happy.

A horrible sense of blackness and the treachery of fate seized hold upon the soul of the unhappy student.

Is there anything in life so disenchanting as achievement?

Youth is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other to try the manners of different nations; to hear the chimes at midnight; to see the sunrise in town and country; to be converted at a revival; to circumnavigate the metaphysics, write halting verses, run a mile to see a fire, and wait all day long in the theatre to applaud Hernani.

The little rift between the sexes is astonishingly widened by simply teaching one set of catchwords to the girls and another to the boys.

To be honest...here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude...

The person who has stopped being thankful has fallen asleep in life.