Sweet May lies fresh before us, To life the young flowers leap, And through the Heaven's blue o'er us The rosy cloudlets sweep.

The devil take these people and their language! They take a dozen monosyllabic words in their jaws, chew them, crunch them and spit them out again, and call that speaking. Fortunately they are by nature fairly silent, and although they gaze at us open-mouthed, they spare us long conversations.

I have never seen an ass who talked like a human being, but I have met many human beings who talked like asses.

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

Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils.... all great, powerful souls love life.

True eloquence consists in saying all that is necessary, and nothing but what is necessary.

You talk of our having an idea; we do not have an idea. The idea has us, and martyrs us, and scourges us, and drives us into the arena to fight and die for it, whether we want to or not.