For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.

There are people whose society I find delicious; but when I sit alone and think of them I shudder.

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.

I like to walk down Bond Street, thinking of all the things I don't desire.

Uncultivated minds are not full of wild flowers, like uncultivated fields. Villainous weeds grow in them and they are the haunt of toads.

What pursuit is more elegant than that of collecting the ignominies of our nature and transfixing them for show, each on the bright pin of a polished phrase?