I have a most peaceable disposition. My desires are for a modest hut, a thatched roof, but a good bed, good food, very fresh milk and butter, flowers in front of my window and a few pretty trees by my door. And should the good Lord wish to make me really happy, he will allow me the pleasure of seeing about six or seven of my enemies hanged upon those trees.

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

I do not murmur, even if my heart break.

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

Reform Judaism is like mock turtle soup-turtle soup without the turtle

God will forgive me. It's his job.

Oh, what lies there are in kisses.