Time partially reconciles us to anything. I gradually became content--doggedly contented, as wild animals in cages.

Cards are war, in disguise of a sport.

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.

I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.

How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

A poor relation—is the most irrelevant thing in nature.

How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?

For God's sake (I never was more serious) don't make me ridiculous any more by terming me gentle-hearted in print.

Play is the work of childhood.

Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.

So we can be filled with holes and loss and wide expanses of unhealed geography - and we can also be excited by life and in love and content at the exact same moment.

And I think that you do not understand that sometimes the only choice is between acceptance and madness.

New Yorkers are mostly interested in New York - in case you haven't noticed.

Men are more conventional than women and much slower to change their ideas.

We must not say that every mistake is a foolish one.

Even pleasure cloys without variety.

Although money alone won't make us happy, the lack of money surely will make us miserable.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.