Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell.
I dwell in possibility.
Dying is a wild night and a new road.
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.
Nature is our eldest mother; she will do no harm.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
In such a porcelain life, one likes to be sure that all is well lest one stumble upon one's hopes in a pile of broken crockery.
I never had a mother. I suppose a mother is one to whom you hurry when you are troubled.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.