There are more fools in the world than there are people.

The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full many a beetle with loud applause Admires her dress of azure gauze, Admires her body's bright splendour, And also her figure so slender...

Christianity is an idea, and as such is indestructible and immortal, like every idea.

From every Englishman emanates a kind of gas, the deadly choke-damp of boredom.

Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.

Everywhere that a great soul gives utterance to its thoughts, there also is a Golgotha.

Matrimony; the high sea for which no compass has yet been invented.