A pessimist is somebody who complains about the noise when opportunity knocks.
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things.
You know I have loved him always. But we are very poor. Who, being loved, is poor? Oh, no one. I hate my riches. They are a burden.
Marco Polo had seen the inhabitants of Zipangu place rose-colored pearls in the mouths of the dead. A sea-monster had been enamoured of the pearl that the diver brought to King Perozes, and had slain the thief, and mourned for seven moons over its loss.