The secret of remaining young is never to have an emotion that is unbecoming.

Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. One might fancy she was looking for dead things.

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.

Life is terrible. It rules us, we do not rule it.

One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.

Man is a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.

Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people whom we personally dislike.