Lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance?

The only thing that one really knows about human nature is that it changes. Change is the one quality we can predicate of it.

It is always painful fo part from people whom one has known for a very brief space of time. The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity. But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable.

The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.

I am tired of myself to-night. I should like to be somebody else.

Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast.

A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.