If you want a person's faults, go to those who love him. They will not tell you, but they know.

I had learned to dwell with pleasure as a beloved daydream on the thought of the separation of these elements. If each I told myself could be housed in separate identities life would be relieved of all that was unbearable the unjust might go his way delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path doing the good things in which he found his pleasure and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil.

There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.

Although I may express myself with some degree of pleasantry the purport of my words is entirely serious.

The spirit, Sir, is one of mockery.

He who has learned to love an art or science has wisely laid up riches against the day of riches.

But we are so fond of life that we have no leisure to entertain the terror of death. It is a honeymoon with us all through, and none of the longest. Small blame to us if we give our whole hearts to this glowing bride of ours, to the appetities, to honour, to the hungry curiosity of the mind, to the pleasure of the eyes in nature, and the pride of our own nimble bodies.