Thoughts must come naturally, like wild-flowers; they cannot be forced in a hot-bed, even although aided by the leaf-mould of your past.

In the entire circle of the year there are no days so delightful as those of a fine October.

Every man's road in life is marked by the grave of his personal likings.

If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.

If you wish to make a man look noble, your best course is to kill him. What superiority he may have inherited from his race, what superiority nature may have personally gifted him with, comes out in death.

Trifles make up the happiness or the misery of mortal life.

To sit for one's portrait is like being present at one's own creation.