What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within the span of his little life by him who interests his heart in everything.
If death, said my father, reasoning with himself, is nothing but the separation of the soul from the body;–and if it is true that people can walk about and do their business without brains,–then certes the soul does not inhabit there.
We don’t love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we have done them
—all I can say of the matter, is—That he has either a pumkin for his head—or a pippin for his heart,—and whenever he is dissected ’twill be found so.
—I won’t go about to argue the point with you,—’tis so,—and I am persuaded of it, madam, as much as can be, “That both man and woman bear pain or sorrow, (and, for aught I know, pleasure too) best in a horizontal position.
I begin with writing the first sentence—and trusting to Almighty God for the second.
Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.
It had ever, as I told the reader, been one of the singular blessings of my life, to be almost every hour of it miserably in love with some one….
Writing, when properly managed, (as you may be sure I think mine is) is but a different name for conversation.
Now don’t let us give ourselves a parcel of airs, and pretend that the oaths we make free with in this land of liberty of ours are our own; and because we have the spirit to swear them,—imagine that we have had the wit to invent them too.
Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world – though the cant of hypocrites ihay be the worst – the cant of criticism is the most tormenting.
Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world tho’ the cant of hypocrites may be the worst the cant of criticism is the most tormenting.
Only the brave know how to forgive. … A coward never forgave it is not in his nature.
Every time a man smiles and much more when he laughs it adds something to his fragment of life.
Pain and pleasure like light and darkness succeed each other.
A man cannot dress without his ideas get clothed at the same time.
Philosophy has a fine saying for everything – for Death it has an entire set.
This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.
Writing when properly managed (as you may be sure I think mine is) is but a different name for conversation.
Keyholes are the occasions of more sin and wickedness, than all other holes in this world put together.
Respect for ourselves guides our morals, respect for others guides our manners.
Only the brave know how to forgive… a coward never forgave it is not in his nature.
Only the brave know how to forgive it is the most refined and generous pitch of virtue human nature can arrive at.
In solitude the mind gains strength and learns to lean upon itself.
The desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it.
Of all duties, prayer certainly is the sweetest and most easy.
I take a simple view of life. It is keep your eyes open and get on with it.