We are betrayed by what is false within
The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay.
Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.
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.
My religion of life is always to be cheerful.
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old!