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Trees are your best antiques.

A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.

Not on the stage alone, in the world also, a man's real character comes out best in his asides.

Memory is a mans real possession....in nothing else is he rich....in nothing else is he poor.

Pleasure has no logic; it never treads in its own footsteps.

The spot of ground on which a man has stood is forever interesting to him.

Good-humor and, generosity carry day with the popular heart all the world over.

Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature.

A man can bear a world's contempt when he has that within which says he's worthy. When he contemns himself, there burns the hell.

The dead keep their secrets, and in a while we shall be as wise as they - and as taciturn.

My heart like moon-charmed waters, all unrest ...

Books are a finer world within our world.

It is not of so much consequence what you say, as how you say it. Memorable sentences are memorable on account of some single irradiating word.

Yet through all, we know this tangled skein is in the hands of One, Who sees the end from the beginning: He shall unravel all.

The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.

A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers.

A tender sadness drops upon my soul, like the soft twilight dropping on the world.

I have learned to prize the quiet, lightning deed, not the applauding thunder at its heels that men call fame.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

A poem round and perfect as a star.

Each time we love,We turn a nearer and a broader markTo that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.

Fame is but an inscription on a grave, and glory the melancholy blazon on a coffin lid.

The only thing a man knows is himself.

A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road.

Men praise poverty, as the African worships Mumbo Jumbo
from terror of the malign power, and a desire to propitiate at.

To-day is always different from yesterday.

I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.

To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.

Most brilliant star upon the crest of Time
Is England. England!

How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening.

Sweet April's tears, Dead on the hem of May.

Books are a finer world within the world.

A man doesn't plant a tree for himself. He plants it for posterity.

There is no ghost so difficult to lay as the ghost of an injury.

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

God has thickly strewn infinity with grandeur.

A single soul is richer than all the worlds.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of human life.

A great man is the man who does something for the first time.

One never hugs one's good luck so affectionately as when listening to the relation of some horrible misfortunes which has overtaken others.

A thought may be very commendable as a thought, but I value it chiefly as a window through which I can obtain insight on the thinker.

Eternity doth wear upon her face the veil of time. They only see the veil, and thus they know not what they stand so near!

Winter does not work only on a broad scale; he is careful in trifles.

An old novel has a history of its own.

Thoughts must come naturally, like wild-flowers; they cannot be forced in a hot-bed, even although aided by the leaf-mould of your past.

If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.

The sea complains upon a thousand shores.

The saddest thing that befalls a soul is when it loses faith in God and woman.

Stirling, like a huge brooch, clasps Highlands and Lowlands together.

In winter, when the dismal rain
Comes down in slanting lines,
And Wind, that grand old harper, smote
His thunder-harp of pines.

Seated in my library at night, and looking on the silent faces of my books, I am occasionally visited by a strange sense of the supernatural.

The sun was down, And all the west was paved with sullen fire. I cried, Behold! the barren beach of hell At ebb of tide.

Everything is sweetened by risk.

To have to die is a distinction of which no man is proud.

If a man is worth knowing at all, he is worth knowing well.

Every day travels toward death; the last only arrives at it.

Failure and success are not accidents, but the strictest justice.

We are never happy; we can only remember that we were so once.

I go into my library and all history unrolls before me.

My friend is not perfect-no more than I am-and so we suit each other admirable.

To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.

Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking.

The truly great rest in the knowledge of their own deserts, nor seek the conformation of the world.

Death takes away the commonplace of life.

Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.

In my garden, care stops at the gate and gazes at me wistfully through the bars.

The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.

Pride's chickens have bonny feathers, but they are an expensive brood to rear. They eat up everything, and are always lean when brought to market.

If you do your fair day's work, you are certain to get your fair day's wage - in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste.

There is nothing good in this world which time does not improve.

Nature never quite goes along with us. She is somber at weddings, sunny at funerals, and she frowns on ninety-nine out of a hundred picnics.

In my garden I spend my days; in my library I spend my nights.