We are not content to pass away entirely from the scenes of our delight; we would leave, if but in gratitude, a pillar and a legend.

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

No human being ever spoke of scenery for above two minutes at a time, which makes me suspect that we hear too much of it in literature.

When a torrent sweeps a man against a boulder, you must expect him to scream, and you need not be surprised if the scream is sometimes a theory.

...those little people, my brownies, who do one half of my work for me while I am fast asleep, and in all human likelihood do the rest for me as well, when I am wide awake and fondly suppose I do for myself.

Of what shall a man be proud, if he is not proud of his friends?

Live life to the fullest.