A man can believe a considerable deal of rubbish, and yet go about his daily work in a rational and cheerful manner.

Wine is a precarious aphrodisiac, and its fumes have blighted many a mating.

Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends.

Shall I give you my recipe for happiness? I find everything useful and nothing indispensable. I find everything wonderful and nothing miraculous. I reverence the body. I avoid first causes like the plague.

How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.

There is in us a lyric germ or nucleus which deserves respect; it bids a man to ponder or create; and in this dim corner of himself he can take refuge and find consolations which the society of his fellow creatures does not provide.

There is a kinship, a kind of freemasonry, between all persons of intelligence, however antagonistic their moral outlook.