Compliments are only lies in court clothes.

Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.

The ideal client is the very wealthy man in very great trouble.

Toil, feel, think, hope; you will be sure to dream enough before you die, without arranging for it.

Superstition moulds nature into an arbitrary semblance of the supernatural, and then bows down to the work of its own hands.

Poetry is in itself strength and joy, whether it be crowned by all mankind, or left alone in its own magic hermitage.

One dupe is as impossible as one twin.