France has neither winter, nor summer, nor morals. France is miserable because it is filled with Frenchmen, and Frenchmen are miserable because they live in France.

The unspoken word is capital. We can invest it or we can squander it.

The darling mispronunciations of childhood! - dear me, there's no music that can touch it; and how one grieves when it wastes away and dissolves into correctness, knowing it will never visit his bereaved ear again.

Well, no doubt it's a blessed thing to have an imagination that can always make you satisfied, no matter how you are fixed.

If the desire to kill and the opportunity to kill came always together, who would escape hanging?

Intellectual food is like any other; it is pleasanter and more beneficial to take it with a spoon than a shovel.

Man has imagined a heaven, and has left entirely out of it the supremest of all his delights...sexual intercourse!...His heaven is like himself: strange, interesting, astonishing, grotesque. I give you my word, it has not a single feature in it that he actually values.