Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.

One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these endlessly varied daybreaks is an opera but once performed.

A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.

Maturity is most rapid in the low latitudes, where pineapples and women most do thrive.

Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!

It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses.

I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.

Like Melrose Abbey, large cities should especially be viewed by moonlight.

The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.

The taste forever refines in the study of women.

The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with delicate change.

Where there is competition, one cannot attain (true) 'Knowledge'.

Sometimes you don’t even know how strong you are, the devil sees it before you do and attacks

Upon the Constitution, upon the pre-existing legal rights of the People, as understood in this country and in England, I have argued that this House is bound to revive the Petition under debate.

The excitement of anticipation was *almost* equal to the thrill of lovemaking.

If I stop pushing you, if I stop demanding of you, if I stop getting on you, then I probably don't think you have much to offer.

Generally speaking, espionage offers each spy an opportunity to go crazy in a way he finds irresistible.

When I'm my own editor, there's very little difference between the first draft and the final. I write what feels right to begin with. I rarely make any major changes.

One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely away.

Science is not infallible, but it has something religion lacks: a process of testing claims against real-world observations.

The brave man is an inspiration to the weak, and compels them, as it were, to follow him.