Experience is a question of instinct about life.

The man who says he has exhausted life generally means that life has exhausted him.

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

Nothing is good in moderation. You cannot know good in anything until you have torn the heart out of it by excess.

I see that any materialism in life coarsens the soul, and that the hunger of the body and the appetites of the flesh desecrate always, and often destroy.

For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.

It was a fatal day when the public discovered that the pen is mightier than the paving-stone, and can be made as offensive as the brickbat. They at once sought for the journalist, found him, developed him, and made him their industrious and well-paid servant. It is greatly to be regretted, for both their sakes.