living for oneself is a bad thing. The keenest intellectual pleasure comes from being able to return to the self after being absent from it for a spell. But living all the time inside the self, that most tyrannical, demanding and capricious of companions - no, one shouldn't do it.

O heart! love is thy bane and thy antidote.

Art speaks only to the mind, whereas nature speaks to all the faculties.

Celebrate within yourself that wonderful treasure . . . true kindness.

Life is a slate where all our sins are written; from time to time we rub the sponge of repentance over it so we can begin sinning again.

You can bind my body, tie my hands, govern my actions: you are the strongest, and society adds to your power; but with my will, sir, you can do nothing.

I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being.