Don't laugh at youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find his own.
How often my soul visits the National Gallery, and how seldom
He who goes against the fashion is himself its slave
Youth is the time for adventures of the body, but age for the triumphs of the mind.
Thank heavens, the sun has gone in and I don’t have to go out and enjoy it.
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!