How often my soul visits the National Gallery, and how seldom
I like to walk down Bond Street, thinking of all the things I don't desire.
An improper mind is a perpetual feast.
It's an odd thing about this universe that, though we all disagree with each other, we are all of us always in the right.
Don't laugh at youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.
I find a fascination, like the fascination for the moth of a star, in those who hold aloof and disdain me.