It is not dying, but living, that is a preparation for Death.

Too much brilliance has its disadvantages, and misplaced wit may raise a laugh, but often beheads a topic of profound interest.

My sort of looks are of the kind that bore me when I see them on other people.

Although I am not stupid, the mathematical side of my brain is like dumb notes upon a damaged piano.

The spirit is an inward flame; a lamp the world blows upon but never puts out.

From the happy expression on their faces you might have supposed that they welcomed the war. I have met with men who loved stamps, and stones, and snakes, but I could not imagine any man loving war.

Rich men's houses are seldom beautiful, rarely comfortable, and never original. It is a constant source of surprise to people of moderate means to observe how little a big fortune contributes to Beauty.