Who knows what we live, and struggle, and die?... Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom.

As we advance in life we learn the limits of our abilities.

Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.

Knowledge being to be had only of visible and certain truth, error is not a fault of our knowledge, but a mistake of our judgment, giving assent to that which is not true.

Every man has two countries, his own and France.

Lady, you know no rules of charity, Which renders good for bad, blessings for curses.

When I behold what pleasure is Pursuit, What life, what glorious eagerness it is, Then mark how full Possession falls from this, How fairer seems the blossom than the fruit,-- I am perplext, and often stricken mute. Wondering which attained the higher bliss, The wing'd insect, or the chrysalis It thrust aside with unreluctant foot.

I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me? And from within a thrilling voice replies, Thou art in Rome! A thousand busy thoughts Rush on my mind, a thousand images; And I spring up as girt to run a race!

You can have it all. You just can't have it all at once.

Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose--easily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters. - Ik Marvel ,

Herblock's Law: if it is good, they will stop making it.

Once I guessed right, And I got credit by't; Thrice I guessed wrong, And I kept my credit on.

Continuing a short series on the Bible: A man who is well-grounded in the testimonies of the Scripture is the bulwark of the Church.

A career is born in public -- talent in privacy.

Imitation is the sincerest form of television.

It is a condition which confronts us--not a theory.

It's the men behind who make the man ahead.

Perhaps, moreover, he whose genius appears deepest and truest excels his fellows in nothing save the knack of expression; he throws out occasionally a lucky hint at truths of which every human soul is profoundly though unutterably conscious.

O jealousy, Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue Of my flesh check to haggard sallowness, And drinks my spirit up!

Don't think of retiring from the world until the world will be sorry that you retire. I hate a fellow whom pride or cowardice or laziness drive into a corner, and who does nothing when he is there but sit and growl. Let him come out as I do, and bark.