The sea complains upon a thousand shores. |
The world is not so much in need of new thoughts as that when thought grows old and worn with usage it should, like current coin, be called in, and, from the mint of genius, reissued fresh and new |
There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury |
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for. |
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for. |
To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation |
Trees are your best antiques |
Trees are your best antiques |
Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life |
We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once. |
We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead |