My fortune somewhat resembled that of a person who should entertain an idea of committing suicide, and, altogether beyond his hopes, meet with the good hap to be murdered.
Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.
Moonlight is sculpture.
Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
Life is made up of marble and mud.
It contributes greatly towards a man's moral and intellectual health, to be brought into habits of companionship with individuals unlike himself, who care little for his pursuits, and whose sphere and abilities he must go out of himself to appreciate.
In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.
A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.
Easy reading is damn hard writing.
Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.
Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; inaccuracy, of dishonesty.
A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.
A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.