Sit loosely in the saddle.

Saints are sinners who kept on going.

But even if we take matrimony at its lowest, even if we regard it as no more than a sort of friendship recognized by the police, there must be degrees in the freedom and sympathy realized, and some principle to guide simple folk in their selection.

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

In anything fit to be called by the name of reading, the process itself should be absorbing and voluptuous; we should gloat over a book, be rapt clean out of ourselves.

Fear is the strong passion; it is with fear that you must trifle, if you wish to taste the intensest joys of living.

By the time a man gets well into his seventies his continued existence is a mere miracle.