There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

We get a deal o' useless things about us, only because we've got the money to spend.

Scepticismcan never be thoroughly applied, else life would come to a standstill.

Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.

We reap what we sow, but nature has love over and above that justice, and gives us shadow and blossom and fruit, that spring from no planting of ours.

You are discontented with the world because you can't get just the small things that suit your pleasure, not because it's a world where myriads of men and women are ground by wrong and misery, and tainted with pollution.

Better a false belief than no belief at all.