Children are certainly too good to be true.

It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.

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.

I regard you with an indifference closely bordering on aversion.

Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.

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.

There is indeed one element in human destiny that not blindness itself can controvert: whatever else we are intended to do, we are not intended to succeed; failure is the fate allotted. It is so in every art and study; it is so above all in the continent art of living well.