We need new friends; some of us are cannibals who have eaten their old friends up; others must have ever-renewed audiences before whom to re-enact the ideal version of their lives.

Fine writers should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each others fur.

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

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

The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of the blood.

Only those who get into scrapes with their eyes open can find the safe way out.

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.