The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.

I've always felt that your belongings have never been on a level with you.

Unwonted circumstances may make us all rather unlike ourselves: there are conditions under which the most majestic person is obliged to sneeze, and our emotions are liable to be acted on in the same incongruous manner.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

Starting a long way off the true point, and proceeding by loops and zigzags , we now and then arrive just where we ought to be.

I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offence.

Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.