Pleasure without Champagne is purely artificial.

Nature is a wet place where large numbers of ducks fly overhead uncooked.

Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.

Anyone can sympathize with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathize with a friend's success.

Would you be in any way offended if I said that you seem to me to be in every way the visible personification of absolute perfection?

Shakespeare might have met Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in the white streets of London, or seen the serving-men of rival houses bite their thumbs at each other in the open square; but Hamlet came out of his soul, and Romeo out of his passion.

I was wrong. God's law is only Love.