Here or nowhere is our heaven.

It is a great pleasure to escape sometimes from the restless class of Reformers. What if these grievances exist? So do you and I.

Exaggeration! was ever any virtue attributed to a man without exaggeration? was ever any vice, without infinite exaggeration? Do we not exaggerate ourselves to ourselves, or do we recognize ourselves for the actual men we are? Are we not all great men? Yet what are we actually, to speak of? We live by exaggeration.

All nations love the same jests and tales, Jews, Christians, and Mahometans, and the same translated suffice for all.

There are two classes of men called poets. The one cultivates life, the other art,... one satisfies hunger, the other gratifies the palate.

He is blessed over all mortals who loses no moment of the passing life in remembering the past

A man may grow rich in Turkey even, if he will be in all respects a good subject of the Turkish government.