Most people go to their grave with their music inside them.

The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it.

The love of economy is the root of all virtue.

I don't know if there are men on the moon, but if there are they must be using the earth as their lunatic asylum

Literature is like any other trade; you will never sell anything unless you go to the right shop.

Never fret for an only son, the idea of failure will never occur to him.

Here there is no hope, and consequently no duty, no work, nothing to be gained by praying, nothing to be lost by doing what you like. Hell, in short, is a place where you have nothing to do but amuse yourself.