Every period of time is a sphinx that throws itself into the abyss as soon as its riddle has been solved.

Laughter is wholesome. God is not so dull as some people make out. Did not He make the kitten to chase its tail.

Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.

Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.

I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.

Newness hath an evanescent beauty.

Life is all too wondrous sweet, and the world is so beautifully bewildered; it is the dream of an intoxicated divinity.