How often my soul visits the National Gallery, and how seldom

Only among people who think no evil can Evil monstrously flourish.

All our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.

I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

We need two kinds of acquaintances, one to complain to, while to the others we boast.

If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.

If it's to be, it's up to me.