Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.

I have believed the best of every man. And find that to believe is enough to make a bad man show him at his best, or even a good man swings his lantern higher.

My fiftieth year had come and gone,I sat, a solitary man,In a crowded London shop,And open book and empty cupOn the marble table-top.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress

Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.

It is a hard thing to be married to a man of learning that must always be having arguments.