Youth is the time for adventures of the body, but age for the triumphs of the mind.

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

I might give my life for my friend, but he had better not ask me to do up a parcel.

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

What joy can the years bring half so sweet as the unhappiness they've taken away?

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.

What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!