I can't forgive my friends for dying; I don't find these vanishing acts of theirs at all amusing.

People before the public live an imagined life in the thought of others, and flourish or feel faint as their self outside themselves grows bright or dwindles in that mirror.

The lusts and greeds of the body scandalize the Soul; but it has to come to heel.

Eat with the rich, but go to the play with the poor, who are capable of joy.

I am one of the unpraised, unrewarded millions without whom Statistics would be a bankrupt science. It is we who are born, who marry, who die, in constant ratios.

Don't tell friends their social faults; they will cure the fault and never forgive you.

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