Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
Books are a finer world within the world.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
Literature is my calling To hold up the mirror to my countrymen comes natural to me; and in the open field of invention I am not without hopes of giving them pleasure.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they – and as taciturn.
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.