You cannot run away from a weakness; you must some time fight it out or perish; and if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?
We are all travellers in what John Bunyan calls the wilderness of this world, – all, too, travellers with a donkey; and the best that we find in our travels is an honest friend.
Things looked at patiently from one side after another generally end by showing a side that is beautiful.
There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.
There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.
The web, then, or the pattern: a web at once sensuous and logical, an elegant and pregnant texture: that is style, that is the foundation of the art of literature.