“Books are the ever burning lamps of accumulated wisdom.”

Our common liberty is consecrated by a common sorrow.

Our great social and political advantage is opportunity.

Age is a matter of feeling, not of years.

The big mistake that men make is that when they turn thirteen or fourteen and all of a sudden they’ve reached puberty, they believe that they like women. Actually, you’re just horny. It doesn’t mean you like women any more at twenty-one than you did at ten.

A tree which has lost its head will never recover it again, and will survive only as a monument of the ignorance and folly of its Tormentor.

True invective requires great imagination.

The test of civilization is the estimate of woman.

Happiness lies, first of all, in health.

Good taste consists first upon fitness.

Happiness is speechless.

Patriotism is the vital condition of national permanence.

Imagination is as good as many voyages – and how much cheaper.

Progress begins with the minority. It is completed by persuading the majority, by showing the reason and the of the step forward, and that is accomplished by appealing to the intelligence of the majority.

In the journey of the year, the autumn is Venice, spring is Naples, certainly, and the majestic maturity of summer is Rome.

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

A journal should be neither an echo nor a pander.

Late hours, nocturnal cigars, and midnight drinkings, pleasurable though they may be, consume too quickly the free-flowing lamps of youth, and are fatal at once to the husbanded candle-ends of age.

Towards midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps of stars.

Children are not vessels to be filled but lamps to be lit.

In October, a maple tree before your window lights up your room like a great lamp. Even on cloudy days, its presence helps to dispel the gloom.

I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.

The truth of love is the truth of the universe: it is the lamp of the soul that reveals the secrets of darkness.

Reflection is the lamp of the heart. If it departs, the heart will have no light.

Beware of prejudice; light is good in whatsoever lamp it is burning; a rose is beautiful in whatever garden it may bloom.