Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.

It is unfortunately very true that, without leisure and money, love can be no more than an orgy of the common man. Instead of being a sudden impulse full of ardor and reverie, it becomes a distastefully utilitarian affair.

For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.

Discover day to day excitement.

Genius is childhood recalled at will.

A friend of mine, the most innocuous dreamer who ever lived, once set a forest on fire to see, as he said, if it would catch as easily as people said. The first ten times the experiment was a failure; but on the eleventh it succeeded all too well.

A book is a garden, an orchard, a storehouse, a party, a company by the way, a counselor, a multitude of counselors.