We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
Books are a finer world within the world.
Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.
To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited from his race, what superiority nature may have personally gifted him with, comes out in death.
We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.
The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.
If you do your fair day's work, you are certain to get your fair day's wage - in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.
