What we call real estate - the solid ground to build a house on - is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.

The present is burdened too much with the past. We have not time, in our earthly existence, to appreciate what is warm with life, and immediately around us.

What, in the name of common-sense, had I to do with any better society than I had always lived in?

And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.

Last night, there came a frost, which has done great damage to my garden.... It is sad that Nature will play such tricks on us poor mortals, inviting us with sunny smiles to confide in her, and then, when we are entirely within her power, striking us to the heart.

The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.

A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.