To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.[Also known as:]Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.
The aim of talk should be like the aim of a flying arrow – to hit the mark; but to this end there must be a mark to hit, that is, there must be a listener.
Of all bad listeners, the worst and most terrible to encounter is the man who is so fond of listening that he wishes to hear, not only your conversation, but that of every other person in the room.
Love is not a feeling to pass away, like the balmy breath of a summer day; it is not – it cannot be – laid aside; it is not a thing to forget or hide.
I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you in the face. Don’t trust that conventional idea. Dishonesty will stare honesty out of countenance, any day in the week, if there is anything to be got by it.
For who can wonder that man should feel a vague belief in tales of disembodied spirits wandering through those places which they once dearly affected, when he himself, scarcely less separated from his old world than they, is for ever lingering upon past emotions and bygone times, and hovering, the ghost of his former self, about the places and people that warmed his heart of old?