You are running to seek your friend. Let your feet run, but your mind need not.

The doctors of antiquity have affirmed that love is a passion that resembles a melancholy disease. The physician Rasis prescribed, therefore, in order to recover, coitus, fasting, drunkenness, and walking.

What is odious but . . . people . . . who toast their feet on the register. . . .

Who can wonder at the attractiveness... of the bar, for our ambitious young men, when the highest bribes of society are at the feet of the successful orator?

Poetry being an attempt to express, not the common sense, - as the avoirdupois of the hero, or his structure in feet and inches, - but the beauty and soul in his aspect . . . runs into fable, personifies every fact. . . .

In these times I don't, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don't want what I know and want what I don't know.

Never worry about anything. Live in the present. Live now. Be happy.