Like the bee its sting, the promiscuous leave behind them in each encounter something of themselves by which they are made to suffer.

Approaching forty, I had a singular dream in which I almost grasped the meaning and understood the nature of what it is that wastes in wasted time.

If our elaborate and dominating bodies are given us to be denied at every turn, if our nature is always wrong and wicked, how ineffectual we are; like fishes not meant to swim.

No taste is so acquired as that for someone else's quality of mind.

When even despair ceases to serve any creative purpose, then surely we are justified in suicide.

Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of charm.

No education is worth having that does not teach the lesson of concentration on a task, however unattractive. These lessons, if not learnt early, will be learnt, if at all, with pain and grief in later life.