The man of science appears to be the only man who has something to say just now, and the only man who does not know how to say it.
Fame is rot; daughters are the thing.
Make your feet your friend.
They were going round and round the island, but they did not meet because all were going at the same rate.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.