Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

To live is like to love - all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

We are not won by arguments that we can analyse but by tone and temper, by the manner which is the man himself.

A man's friendships are, like his will, invalidated by marriage - but they are also no less invalidated by the marriage of his friends.

To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead.

To know God better is only to realize how impossible it is that we should ever know him at all. I know not which is more childish to deny him, or define him.

They say the test of literary power is whether a man can write an inscription. I say, "Can he name a kitten?"