Every notion that any man, dead, living, or unborn, might form as to the universe will necessarily prove wrong

I have followed after the truth, across this windy planet upon which every person is nourished by one or another lie.

Good and evil keep very exact accounts... and the face of every man is their ledger.

Love, I take it, must look toward something not quite accessible, something not quite understood.

Patriotism is the religion of hell.

Life is very marvelous... and to the wonders of the earth there is no end appointed.

People marry through a variety of other reasons, and with varying results: but to marry for love is to invite inevitable tragedy.