The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.
As we to the brutes, poets are to us.
Speech is the small change of silence.
When I was quite a boy I had a spasm of religion which lasted six weeks... But I never since have swallowed the Christian fable.
The man who has no mind of his own lends it to the priests.
My religion of life is always to be cheerful.