Little prigs and three-quarter madmen may have the conceit that the laws of nature are constantly broken for their sakes.

Full is the earth of the superfluous; marred is life by the many-too-many. May they be decoyed out of this life by the "life eternal"!

Sometimes we owe a friend to the lucky circumstance that we give him no cause for envy.

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

How do you expect to learn to dance when you have not even learned to walk! And above the dancer is still the flyer and his bliss.

Success has always been the greatest liar - and the "work" itself is a success; the great statesman, the conqueror, the discoverer is disguised by his creations, often beyond recognition; the "work," whether of the artist or the philosopher, invents the man who has created it, who is supposed to have create it; "great men," as they are venerated, are subsequent pieces of wretched minor fiction

Growth in wisdom can be measured precisely by decline in bile.