The bully and his victim never quite forget their first relations.

Pity wraps the student of the past in an ambrosial cloud, and washes his limbs with eternal youth.

. . . life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish t'other from which . . .

Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.

Riposte of "that old lady in the anecdote who was accused by her nieces of being illogical," Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish! How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?

My law-givers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.

You want to love everyone equally, and that's worse than impossible--it's wrong.