A man gazing at the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.
In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.
Fine phrases I value more than bank-notes. I have ear for no other harmony than the harmony of words. To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.
Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.
A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.
Good-humor and, generosity carry day with the popular heart all the world over.
An old novel has a history of its own.
There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve.
There is a certain even-handed justice in Time; and for what he takes away he gives us something in return. He robs us of elasticity of limb and spirit, and in its place he brings tranquility and repose—the mild autumnal weather of the soul.
God has thickly strewn infinity with grandeur.
I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.
Books are a finer world within the world. (1863)
I have learned to prize the quiet, lightning deed, not the applauding thunder at its heels that men call fame.
I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent of Eden's roses yet lingered in it, while it vibrated only to the world's first brood of nightingales, and to the laugh of Eve. I see the pyramids building; I hear the shoutings of the armies of Alexander.
The pleased sea on a white-breasted shore-- A shore that wears on her alluring brows Rare shells, far brought, the love-gifts of the sea, That blushed a tell-tale.
To-day is always different from yesterday.
Nature never quite goes along with us. She is somber at weddings, sunny at funerals, and she frowns on ninety-nine out of a hundred picnics.
Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears.
The spot of ground on which a man has stood is forever interesting to him.
Every man's road in life is marked by the grave of his personal likings.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
It is the sternest philosophy, but on the whole the truest, that, in the wide arena of the world, failure and success are not accidents, as we so frequently suppose, but the strictest justice.
Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature.
The globe has been circumnavigated, but no man ever yet has; you may survey a kingdom and note the result in maps, but all the savants in the world could not produce a reliable map of the poorest human personality.
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