To-morrow is ah, whose?

Silence sweeter is than speech.

Many true words are spoken in jest.

An author departs; he does not die.

we are so scornful when we are young!

It is not work that kills, but "worry."

With faces like dead lovers who died true.

A secret at home is like rocks under tide.

Wedlock's a lane where there is no turning.

A parent, unlike a poet, is not born - he is made.

The life of action is nobler than the life of thought.

Better no marriage, than a marriage short of the best.

Every man for himself, and the Devil take the hindmost.

there is nothing so absolute as the tyranny of weakness.

God makes many poets, but he only gives utterance to a few.

... it does not do to tell great people anything unpleasant.

We never discover the value of things till we have lost them.

Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.

the worst times come to an end if you can only wait long enough.

Happiness! Can any human being undertake to define it for another?

We are all of us very perfect creatures so long as we are not tried.

never was there a thoroughly noble nature without some romance in it.

The plan of this world is infinite similarity and yet infinite variety.

Alack, this world Is full of change, change, change--nothing but change!

Happiness is not an end - it is only a means, and adjunct, a consequence.

Why cannot one always do, not only the right thing, but at the right time?

Action is the parent of results; dormancy, the brooding mother of discontent.

Keep what is worth keeping and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

... what a fatal thing in pictures, books, or human lives, is a lack of proportion.

There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.

Be loving, and you will never want for love; be humble, and you will never want for guiding.

Ethics, as has been well said, are the finest fruits of humanity, but they are not its roots

The man who does his work, any work, conscientiously, must always be in one sense a great man.

Autumn Into earth's lap does throw Brown apples gay in a game of play, As the equinoctials blow.

A person who is careless about money is careless about everything, and untrustworthy in everything.

We have not to construct human nature afresh, but to take it as we find it, and make the best of it.

It is astonishing what a lot of odd minutes one can catch during the day, if one really sets about it.

When the ship is going down we trouble ourselves little enough about the style of the cabin furniture.

One cannot make oneself, but one can sometimes help a little in the making of somebody else. It is well.

Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.

To accept the inevitable; neither to struggle against it nor murmur at it-this is the great lesson of life.

Love never stands still; it must inevitably be either growing or decaying - especially the love of marriage.

As we sail through life towards death, Bound unto the same port--heaven,-- Friend, what years could us divide?

Down in the deep, up in the sky , I see them always, far or nigh, And I shall see them till I die The old familiar faces.

There is no sorrow under heaven which is, or ought to be, endless. To believe or to make it so, is an insult to Heaven itself.

It is the Christmas time: And up and down 'twixt heaven and earth, In glorious grief and solemn mirth, The shining angels climb.

absence ... smothers into decay a rootless fancy but often nourishes the least seed of a true affection into full-flowering love.

O, the sweet, sweet twilight just before the time of rest, When the black clouds are driven away, and the stormy winds suppressed.

A true test of friendship, to sit or walk with a friend for an hour in perfect silence , without wearying of one another's company.

If I had to write a book, I could not find anything in the world worth saying - as is indeed the case with many voluminous authors.

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