All art is but dirtying the paper delicately.

For, truly, the man who does not know when to die, does not know how to live.

Imperfection is in some sort essential to all that we know in life.

Great men do not play stage tricks with the doctrines of life and death: only little men do that.

Let every dawn of morning be to you as the beginning of life, and every setting sun be to you as its close.

Trust thou thy Love: if she be proud, is she not sweet? Trust thou thy love: if she be mute, is she not pure? Lay thou thy soul full in her hands, low at her feet- Fail, Sun and Breath!-yet, for thy peace, she shall endure.

It is advisable that a person know at least three things, where they are, where they are going, and what they had best do under the circumstances.

It is not, truly speaking, the labour that is divided; but the men: divided into mere segments of men - broken into small fragments and crumbs of life, so that all the little piece of intelligence that is left in a man is not enough to make a pin, or a nail, but exhausts itself in making the point of a pin or the head of a nail.

Life being very short, and the quiet hours of it few, we ought to waste none of them in reading valueless books.