It is not I who die, when I die, but my sin and misery.

Well was it said by a man of sagacity that dancing was a sort of privileged and reputable folly, and that the best way to be convinced of this was to close the ears and judge of it by the eyes alone.

The superstition in which we were brought up never loses its power over us, even after we understand it.

A man who does not lose his reason over certain things has none to lose.

Yesterday I lived, today I suffer, tomorrow I die; but I still think fondly, today and tomorrow, of yesterday.

The true vagrant is the only king above all comparison.

For me the greatest beauty always lies in the greatest clarity.