To knock a thing down, especially if it is cocked at an arrogant angle, is a deep delight of the blood.
There is nothing sacred about convention; there is nothing sacred about primitive passions or whims; but the fact that a convention exists indicates that a way of living has been devised capable of maintaining itself.
Familiarity breeds contempt only when it breeds inattention.
The earth has music for those who listen.
Memory itself is an internal rumour.
It takes a wonderful brain and exquisite senses to produce a few stupid ideas.