We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
Any coward can fight a battle when he's sure of winning; but give me the man who has pluck to fight when he's sure of losing. That's my way, sir; and there are many victories worse than a defeat.
We are all apt to believe what the world believes about us.
Gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes of of those who diffuse it: it proves nothing but the bad taste of the smoker.
These bitter sorrows of childhood! when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.
High achievements demand some other unusual qualification besides an unusual desire for high prizes.
Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving in words evidence of the fact.
High achievements demand some other unusual qualification besides an unusual desire for high prizes.
There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side.
Nature repairs her ravages, - repairs them with her sunshine, and with human labor.
The best augury of a man's success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.
What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions, they pass no criticism.
I should like to know what is the proper function of women, if it is not to make reasons for husbands to stay at home, and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out.
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature.
The rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families.
Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.
We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.
Marriage, which has been the bourne of so many narratives, is still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept their honeymoon in Eden, but had their first little one among the thorns and thistles of the wilderness.
Whatever limits us we call Fate.
Imagination is a licensed trespasser: it has no fear of dogs, but may climb over walls and peep in at windows with impunity.
Those who trust us educate us.
More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty - it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.
