The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

What is taken from the fortune, also, may haply be so much lifted from the soul. The greatness of a loss, as the proverb suggests, is determinable, not so much by what we have lost, as by what we have left.

There is probably no hell for authors in the next world - they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.

Music is the fourth great material want, first food, then clothes, then shelter, then music.

Character is very much a matter of health.

Hope is the best part of our riches.

There are ceremonious bows that repel one like a cudgel.