Whiskey has killed more men than bullets, but most men would rather be full of whiskey than bullets.
We should nourish our souls on the dew of Poesy, and manure them as well.
For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.
Self-respecting people do not care to peep at their reflections in unexpected mirrors, or to see themselves as others see them.
There are people who, like houses, are beautiful in dilapidation.
If it's to be, it's up to me.