There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.

We should nourish our souls on the dew of Poesy, and manure them as well.

I am one of the unpraised, unrewarded millions without whom Statistics would be a bankrupt science. It is we who are born, who marry, who die, in constant ratios.

There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.

Whiskey has killed more men than bullets, but most men would rather be full of whiskey than bullets.

It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people.

We need new friends; some of us are cannibals who have eaten their old friends up; others must have ever-renewed audiences before whom to re-enact the ideal version of their lives.