Security will produce danger.
I had rather see the portrait of a dog that I know, than all the allegorical paintings they can show me in the world.
Sir, a man who cannot get to heaven in a green coat, will not find his way thither the sooner in a gray one.
Were it not for imagination a man would be as happy in arms of a chambermaid as of a duchess.
Sorrow is the rust of the soul and activity will cleanse and brighten it.
The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope.
There is nothing so much seduces reason from vigilance as the thought of passing life with an amiable woman in marriage.
Nowadays the host does not admit you to his hearth, but has got the mason to build one for yourself somewhere in his alley, and hospitality is the art of keeping you at the greatest distance.
As peace is the end of war, so to be idle is the ultimate purpose of the busy.
There are three wants which never can be satisfied: that of the rich, who wants something more; that of the sick, who wants something different; and that of the traveler, who says, Anywhere but here.
No matter how carefully you plan your goals they will never be more than pipe dreams unless you pursue them with gusto.
The course of everything goes to teach us faith.
We do not quite forgive a giver. The hand that feeds us is in some danger of being bitten.
Responsibilities are given to him on whom trust rests. Responsibility is always a sign of trust.
It’s not the adversity, but how you face it.
Everything’s fine today, that is our illusion.
The best augury of a man’s success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.
The greatest glory in living lies in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
I have no doubt that it is a part of the destiny of the human race, in its gradual improvement, to leave off eating animals, as surely as the savage tribes have left off eating each other when they came in contact with the more civilized.
Birth and death are so closely related that one could not destroy either without destroying the other at the same time. It is extinction that makes creation possible.
Poetry must be as new as foam and as old as the rock.
Manners are the happy ways of doing things; each one a stroke of genius or of love, now repeated and hardened into usage, they form at last a rich varnish, with which the routine of life is washed, and its details adorned. If they are superficial, so are the dew-drops which give such a depth to the morning meadows.
