All the best sands of my life are somehow getting into the wrong end of the hourglass. If I could only reverse it! Were it in my power to do so would I?
True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.
What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and...
The possession of gold has ruined fewer men than the lack of it.
Famous old houses seem to have an intuitive perception of the value of corner lots. If it is a possible thing, they always set themselves down on the most desirable spots.
They fail and they alone who have not striven.
The man who suspects his own tediousness has yet to be born.
What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.
Dwellers by the sea are generally superstitious sailors always are. There is something in the illimitable expanse of sky and water that dilates the imagination.
When Washington visited Portsmouth in 1789, he was not much impressed by the architecture of the little town that had stood by him so stoutly in the struggle for independence.
After a debauch of thundershower the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow.
What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
I like to have a thing suggested rather than told in full. When every detail is given, the mind rests satisfied, and the imagination loses the desire to use its own wings.
A girl does not treat a possible lover with unvarying simplicity and directness. In all its phases, love is complex; friendship is not.
A man may do worse than make what the world calls a not wholly happy marriage.