The soul is a terrible reality. It can be bought and sold and bartered away.
The worst thing to do with success, is to boast about it.
It was only in the theatre that I lived
He had that curious love of green, which in individuals is always the sign of a subtle artistic temperament, and in nations is said to denote a laxity, if not a decadence of morals.
Nature is a wet place where large numbers of ducks fly overhead uncooked.
Youth is the only thing worth having.