The aim of love is to love. No more, no less.

There is no good talking to him," said a Dragon-fly, who was sitting on the top of a large brown bulrush; "no good at all, for he has gone away." "Well, that is his loss, not mine," answered the Rocket. "I am not going to stop talking to him merely because he pays no attention. I like hearing myself talk. It is one of my greatest pleasures. I often have long conversations all by myself, and I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying." "Then you should definitely lecture on Philosophy," said the Dragon-fly.

I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability.

Romance should never begin with sentiment. It should begin with science and end with a settlement.

We quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it, instead of which it only overflows the brim - objects press around us, filling the mind with the throng of desires that wait upon them, so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.

The intellect is not a serious thing, and never has been. It is an instrument on which one plays, that is all.

"I hope your hair curls naturally, does it?" "Yes, darling, with a little help from others."