Diffidence and awkwardness are antidotes to love.

We often forget our dreams so speedily: if we cannot catch them as they are passing out at the door, we never set eyes on them again.

The truth is, we pamper little griefs into great ones, and bear great ones as well as we can.

So I have loitered my life away, reading books, looking at pictures, going to plays, hearing, thinking, writing on what pleased me best. I have wanted only one thing to make me happy, but wanting that have wanted everything.

We never do anything well till we cease to think about the manner of doing it. This is the reason why it is so difficult for any but natives to speak a language correctly or idiomatically.

Every man depends on the quantity of sense, wit, or good manners he brings into society for the reception he meets with in it.

Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end.