Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleance me in the great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.

Society often forgives the criminal; it never forgives the dreamer.

Just as the orator marks his good things by a dramatic pause, or by raising and lowering his voice, or by gesture, so the writer marks his epigrams with italics, setting the little gem, so to speak, like a jeweler.

In examinations the foolish ask questions that the wise cannot answer.

It is better to repent a sin than regret the loss of a pleasure.

I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.