We can only know others by ourselves.

For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself!

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.

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

There is no foreign land; it is the traveller only that is foreign.

It is the history of our kindnesses that alone make this world tolerable. If it were not for that, for the effect of kind words, kind looks, kind letters . . . I should be inclined to think our life a practical jest in the worst possible spirit.

The difficulty is not to write, but to write what you mean.