There is no music like a little river's . . . It takes the mind out-of-doors . . . and . . . it quiets a man down like saying his prayers.

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

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

Everyday life is a stimulating mixture of order and haphazardry. The sun rises and sets on schedule but the wind bloweth where it listeth.

In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.

Fiction is to grown men what play is to the child.

The true wisdom is to be always seasonable, and to change with a good grace in changing circumstances.