April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.
I am not at all in favor of hard work for its own sake; many people who work very hard indeed produce terrible things, and should most certainly not be encouraged.
Here's a song was never sung: Growing old is dying young.
God, I can push the grass apart and lay my finger on Thy heart.
I am not afraid of lawyers as I used to be. They are lambs in wolves' clothing.