But the cloud never comes in that quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.
I look at [books] as a child looks at cakes - with glittering eyes and a watering mouth, imagining the pleasure that awaits him.
Waiting is far more difficult than doing.
I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn't me.
Anticipation was the soul of enjoyment.
As she realized what might have been, she grew to be thankful for what was.
Those who are happy and successful themselves are too apt to make light of the misfortunes of others.
I value my own independence so highly that I can fancy no degradation greater than that of having another man perpetually directing and advising and lecturing me, or even planning too closely in any way about my actions. He might be the wisest of men, or the most powerful - I should equally rebel and resent his interference.
There is nothing like wounded affection for giving poignancy to anger.
A solitary life cherishes mere fancies until they become manias.
Opportunities are not often wanting where inclination goes before.
Sometimes one likes foolish people for their folly, better than wise people for their wisdom.
There is always a pleasure in unravelling a mystery, in catching at the gossamer clue which will guide to certainty.
One may be clogged with honey and unable to rise and fly.
But the future must be met, however stern and iron it be.
It is bad to believe you in error. It would be infinitely worse to have known you a hypocrite.
What's the use of watching? A watched pot never boils.
Were all men equal to-night, some would get the start by rising an hour earlier to-morrow.
Really it is very wholesome exercise, this trying to make one's words represent one's thoughts, instead of merely looking to their effect on others.
In all disappointments sympathy is a great balm.
A little credulity helps one on through life very smoothly.
Nothing like the act of eating for equalizing men. Dying is nothing to it.
Nevertheless, his moustachios are splendid.
I'll not listen to reason... reason always means what someone else has got to say.
But the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness - the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense.
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