What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Without order nothing can exist-without chaos nothing can evolve. Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.

They flaunt their conjugal felicity in one's face, as if it were the most fascinating of sins.

I think you are wrong, Basil, but I won't argue with you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

As for the virtuous poor, one can pity them of course, but one cannot possibly admire them.

I did not think I should be ever loved: do you indeed Love me so much as now you say you do? Ask of the sea-bird if it loves the sea, Ask of the roses if they love the rain, Ask of the little lark, that will not sing Till day break, if it loves to see the day: And yet, these are but empty images, Mere shadows of my love, which is a fire So great that all the waters of the main Can not avail to quench it.