We pass by common objects or persons without noticing them; but the keen eye detects and notes types everywhere and among all classes.

Oh, Vanity of vanities! How wayward the decrees of Fate are; How very weak the very wise, How very small the very great are!

We who have lived before railways were made belong to another world. It was only yesterday, but what a gulf between now and then! Then was the old world. Stage-coaches, more or less swift, riding-horses, pack-horses, highwaymen, knights in armor, Norman invaders, Roman legions, Druids, Ancient Britons painted blue, and so forth -- all these belong to the old period. But your railroad starts the new era, and we of a certain age belong to the new time and the old one. We who lived before railways, and survive out of the ancient world, are like Father Noah and his family out of the Ark.

Next to the very young, I suppose the very old are the most selfish.

Life is a mirror: if you frown at it, it frowns back; if you smile, it returns the greeting.

I never knew whether to pity or congratulate a man on coming to his senses.

Follow your honest convictions and be strong.