A man’s real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
If a man is worth knowing at all he is worth knowing well.
The great man is the man who does a thing for the first time.
One never hugs one’s good luck so affectionately as when listening to the relation of some horrible misfortunes which has overtaken others.
There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.
Every man’s road in life is marked by the graves of his personal likings.
There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve.
If you wish to preserve your secret wrap it up in frankness.
Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of mortal life.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Christmas is the day that holds all time together.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in God and woman.