It is the still, small voice that the soul heeds, not the deafening blasts of doom.

I wonder why we hate the past so.

We are creatures of the moment; we live from one little space to another, and only one interest at a time fills these.

Some people stay longer in an hour than others can in a week.

The conqueror is regarded with awe; the wise man commands our respect; but it is only the benevolent man that wins our affection.

A friend knows how to allow for mere quantity in your talk, and only replies to the quality.

In Europe life is histrionic and dramatized, and in America, except when it is trying to be European, it is direct and sincere.