It is no use to blame the looking glass if your face is awry.

I shall laugh my bitter laugh.

Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die

Keep not money, but keep good people's company.

[F]or contemporary judgment does not recognize that much depth of soul is needed to light up the picture drawn from contemptible life and elevate it into a pearl of creation.

I saw that I'd get nowhere on the straight path, and that to go crookedly was straighter.

There exists a kind of laughter which is worthy to be ranked with the higher lyric emotions and is infinitely different from the twitching of a mean merrymaker.