Fame is rot; daughters are the thing.
The last thing he ever said to me was, 'Just always be waiting for me, and then some night you will hear me crowing.
How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?
Always try to be a litle kinder than necessary.
After a time he fell asleep, and some unsteady fairies had to climb over him on their way home from an orgy.
The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.