“It is very difficult for the prosperous to be humble.”

I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.

With women, the heart argues, not the mind.

What a shame, for I dearly love to laugh.

Our scars make us know that our past was for real.

General benevolence, but not general friendship, made a man what he ought to be.

I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.

An annuity is a very serious business.

Almost anything is possible with time.

What are men to rocks and mountains?

Nothing amuses me more than the easy manner with which everybody settles the abundance of those who have a great deal less than themselves.

Angry people are not always wise.

There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.

You must learn some of my philosophy. Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.

I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.

When I fall in love, it will be forever.

Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the one person you can’t be without.

There’s something inside of me that makes me want to help people, especially people who are having difficulty of some kind.

A rich man without charity is a rogue; and perhaps it would be no difficult matter to prove that he is also a fool.

To endure is greater than to dare; to tire out hostile fortune; to be daunted my no difficulty; to keep heart when all have lost it; to go through intrigue spotless; to forgo even ambition when the end is gained – who can say this is not greatness?

I find it as difficult to understand a scientist who does not acknowledge the presence of a superior rationality behind the existence of the universe as it is to comprehend a theologian who would deny the advances of science.

It is difficult to estimate the misery inflicted upon thousands of persons, and the absolute pecuniary penalty imposed upon multitudes of intellectual workers by the loss of their time, destroyed by organ-grinders and other similar nuisances.

I think it’s quite difficult to understand what kind of life a writer leads. They might be millionaires, or they might be starving people.

It is notoriously difficult to define the word living.

I’m sorry if someone made you feel as though you are difficult to love.