Nothing should be out of the reach of hope. Life is a hope.
Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.
What is the good of friendship if one cannot say exactly what one means?
And now, I am dying beyond my means. (Said while sipping champagne on his deathbed.)
History is merely gossip
It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things. Names are everything. I never quarrel with actions. My one quarrel is with words. The man who could call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one. It is the only thing he is fit for.