Hope is love's happiness, but not its life.

I hate the word 'ought' - it always implies something dull, cold, and commonplace. The 'ought nots' of life are its pleasantest things.

Jealousy ought to be tragic, to save it from being ridiculous.

The fearless make their own way.

Nothing more strongly marks the insufficiency of luxuries than the ease with which people grow accustomed to them; they are rather known by their want than by their presence. The word 'blasé' has been coined expressly for the use of the upper classes.

Imagination is to love what gas is to the balloon-that which raises it from earth.

All beginnings are very troublesome things.