If your morals make you dreary, depend upon it they are wrong.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a poor substitute for life.

Fiction is to the grown man what play is to the child; it is there that he changes the atmosphere and tenor of his life.

There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.

It is not likely that posterity will fall in love with us, but not impossible that it may respect or sympathize; so a man would rather leave behind him the portrait of his spirit than a portrait of his face.

Every heart that has beat strongly and cheerfully has left a hopeful impulse behind it in the world, and bettered the tradition of mankind.