Style, after all, rather than thought, is the immortal thing in literature.
If you wish to preserve your secret, wrap it up in frankness.
The truly great rest in the knowledge of their own deserts, nor seek the conformation of the world.
Pleasure has no logic; it never treads in its own footsteps.
A man can bear a world's contempt when he has that within which says he's worthy. When he contemns himself, there burns the hell.
A brave soul is a thing which all things serve.