What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
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?
To keep the heart unwrinkled to be hopeful kindly cheerful reverent -that is to triumph over old age.
The man who suspects his own tediousness has yet to be born.
After a debauch of thundershower the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow.
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.
To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent – that is to triumph over old age.
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.
What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.
A man may do worse than make what the world calls a not wholly happy marriage.
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.
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.
True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.
A girl does not treat a possible lover with unvarying simplicity and directness. In all its phases, love is complex; friendship is not.