When I hear the hypercritical quarreling about grammar and style, the position of the particles, etc., etc., stretching or contracting every speaker to certain rules of theirs. I see that they forget that the first requisite and rule is that expression shall be vital and natural, as much as the voice of a brute or an interjection: first of all, mother tongue; and last of all, artificial or father tongue. Essentially your truest poetic sentence is as free and lawless as a lamb's bleat.

If we live in the Nineteenth Century, why should we not enjoy the advantages which the Nineteenth Century offers? Why should our life be in any respect provincial?

May we so love as never to have occasion to repent of our love!

If some are prosecuted for abusing children, others deserve to be prosecuted for maltreating the face of nature committed to their care.

Of a life of luxury the fruit is luxury, whether in agriculture, or commerce, or literature, or art.

Most men I do not meet at all, for they seem not to have time; they are busy about their beans.

The Ethiopian cannot change his skin nor the leopard his spots.