“Men of cold passions have quick eyes.”

We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!

Generosity is the flower of justice.

Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.

Happiness is like a butterfly.

There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.

What we call real estate – the solid ground to build a house on – is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.

What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?

Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!

The trees reflected in the river – they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.

Mountains are earth’s undecaying monuments.

A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.

Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.

We’re no longer in the Cold War. Eavesdropping on friends is unacceptable.

Patience serves as a protection against wrongs as clothes do against cold.

Love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things.

Be like snow – cold, but beautiful.

Cold, hunger and the shame of poverty are more likely to affect one’s psychology.

Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

I can’t be friends with a man who blows hot and cold with the same breath.

Vulnerability is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.⁣