If we could but paint with the hand what we see with the eye.

Glory is a poison, good to be taken in small doses.

We are never either so wretched or so happy as we say we are.

To get a traveling salesman drunk is the height of impossibility.

To forget is the great secret of strong creative natures; to forget is the way nature herself who knows no past and who at every hour begins the mysteries of her untiring labors afresh.

Nothing is as heady as the wine of misfortune.

One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy.