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

For all men have but a little while to live and none knows his fate thereafter. So that a man possesses nothing certainly save a brief loan of his body: and yet the body of man is capable of much curious pleasure.

As it is, plain reasoning assures me I am not indispensable to the universe: but with this reasoning, somehow, does not travel my belief.

There is no escaping, at times, the gloomy suspicion that fiddling with pens and ink is, after all, no fit employment for a grown man.

The only way of rendering life endurable is to drink as much wine as one can come by.

Why is the King of Hearts the only one that hasn't a moustache?

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