To enjoy and give enjoyment, without injury to yourself or others; this is true morality.

Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.

Sometimes apparent resemblance of character will bring two men together and for a certain time unite them. But their mistake gradually becomes evident, and they are astonished to find themselves not only far apart, but even repelled, in some sort, at all their points of contact.

We need to be just before we are generous, as we need shirts before ruffles.

There are more fools than wise men, and even in a wise man there is more folly than wisdom.

The sunset glow of self-possession.

Slander is the balm of malignity.