Spring. March fans it, April christens it, and May puts on its jacket and trousers.

I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.

Every man will be a poet if he can; otherwise a philosopher or man of science. This proves the superiority of the poet.

I desire that there be as many different persons in the world as possible; I would have each one be very careful to find out and preserve his own way.

Every sentence is the result of a long probation.

The government of the world I live in was not framed, like that of Britain, in after-dinner conversations over the wine.

I am a good horse to travel, but not from choice a roadster. The landscape-painter uses the figures of men to mark a road. He would not make that use of my figure.