Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.
The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
Pain is life - the sharper, the more evidence of life.
I allow no hot-beds in the gardens of Parnassus.
If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there!