“Will future ages believe that such stupid bigotry ever existed!”

Crystal and hearts would lose all their merit in the world if it were not for their fragility.

Heap on more wood! – the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We’ll keep our Christmas merry still.

Real valor consists not in being insensible to danger; but in being prompt to confront and disarm it.

Sleep in peace, and wake in joy.

If you once turn on your side after the hour at which you ought to rise, it is all over. Bolt up at once.

Without courage there cannot be truth, and without truth there can be no other virtue.

The will to do, the soul to dare.

The paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.

A good deal of philanthropy arises in general from mere vanity and love of distinction gilded over to others and to themselves with some show of benevolent sentiment.

Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.

Of all vices, drinking is the most incompatible with greatness.

A sound head, an honest heart, and an humble spirit are the three best guides through time and to eternity.

Nothing is more completely the child of art than a garden.

We are like the herb which flourisheth most when it is most trampled on.

Those who are too idle to read, save for the purpose of amusement, may in these works acquire some acquaintance with history, which, however inaccurate, is better than none.

Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.

Times change. The vices of your age are stylish today.

What could be more beautiful than a dear old lady growing wise with age? Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.

One begins to realize that one is getting old when the birthday candles weigh more than the cake.

Age is the first limitation on roles that I’ve ever had to encounter, and I hit that a while ago.

Youth ages, immaturity is outgrown, ignorance can be educated, and drunkenness sobered, but stupid lasts forever.

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.

Old age is second childhood.

If you want a thing done well, get a couple of old broads to do it.