The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.
Marriage: A friendship recognized by the police.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renew...
With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to the truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipw...
There are two things that men should never weary of, goodness and humility; we get none too much of them in this rough world among cold, proud people.
Love- what is love?A great and aching heart;Wrung hands;
It was the curse of mankind that these incongruous faggots were thus bound togetherthat in the agonised womb of consciousness these polar twins should be continuously struggling. How then were they di...
If it comes to a swinging, swing all, say I.
A birdie with a yellow billHoped upon the window sill,
To hold the same views at forty as we held at twenty is to have been stupefied for a score of years and to take rank not as a prophet but as an unteachable brat well birched and none the wiser.
If your morals make you dreary, depend upon it they are wrong. I do not say "give them up," for they may be all you have; but conceal them like a vice, lest they should spoil the lives of better and s...
Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door;Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shoreWhere neither piping bird nor peeping dawnDisturbs the eternal sleep,But in the stillness far withdrawnOur dr...
To travel hopefully is better than to have arrived.
You can forgive people who do not follow you through a philosophical disquisition but to find your wife laughing when you had tears in your eyes, or staring when you were in a fit of laughter, would g...
When I am grown to man's estate I shall be very proud and great. And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys.
About as emotional as a bagpipe.
The man's tongue is fit to frighten the French. Another fever.Ah, there, said Morgan, that comed of sp'iling Bibles.That comed--as you call it--of being arrant asses.
Sir, with no intention to take offence, I deny your right to put words into my mouth.
Sightseeing is the art of disappointment.
I swear to God I will never set eyes on him again. I bind my honour to you that I am done with him in this world. It is all at an end. And indeed he does not want my help; you do not know him as I do;...