There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!

Things are only worth what you make them worth.

Ah, there are no children nowadays.

You are a fool in four letters, my son.

Of all human foibles love of living is the most powerful.

There is no secret of the heart which our actions do not disclose.

There is no reward so delightful, no pleasure so exquisite, as having one's work known and acclaimed by those whose applause confers honor.