As we grow old... the beauty steals inward.

We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.

Within, I do not find wrinkles and used heart, but unspent youth.

He is great who is what he is from nature and who never reminds us of others.

We cannot forgive another for not being ourselves.

If you have a nation of men who have risen to that height of moral cultivation that they will not declare war or carry arms, for they have not so much madness left in their brains, you have a nation of lovers, of benefactors, of true, great, and able men.

The peace of the man who has forsworn the use of the bullet seems to me not quite peace, but a canting impotence.

The picture waits for my verdict; it is not to command me, but I am to settle its claim to praise.

A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.

We are not free to use today, or to promise tomorrow, because we are already mortgaged to yesterday.