A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.

Nobody, 

I think, 

ought to read poetry, 

or look at pictures or statues, 

who cannot find a great deal more in them 

than the poet or artist has actually expressed. 

Their highest merit is suggestiveness.

Happiness in this world, 

when it comes, 

comes incidentally. 

Make it the object of pursuit, 

and it leads us a wild-goose chase, 

and is never attained. 

Follow some other object, 

and very possibly 

we may find that we have caught happiness 

without dreaming of it.

Sunlight is painting. 

Moonlight is sculpture.

Accuracy is the twin brother of honesty; 

inaccuracy, of dishonesty.

Time flies over us, 

but leaves its shadow behind.