If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited from his race, what superiority nature may have personally gifted him with, comes out in death.
There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.
In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place today, it is vain to seek it there tomorrow. You can not lay a trap for it.
A great man is the man who does something for the first time.
If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.
To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.
Memory is a mans real possession...In nothing else is he rich in nothing else is he poor.
The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
If the egotist is weak, his egotism is worthless. If the egotist is strong, acute, full of distinctive character, his egotism is precious, and remains a possession of the race.
We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
It was his nature to blossom into song, as it is a tree's to leaf itself in April.
A man doesn't plant a tree for himself. He plants it for posterity.
If you do your fair day's work, you are certain to get your fair day's wage - in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.
A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.
The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it should, like current coin, be called in, and, from the mint of genius, reissued fresh and new.
We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.
The saddest thing that befalls a soul Is when it loses faith in God and woman.