Every day, a little sadder, a little madder. Will someone get me a ladder?

Skepticism? Yes, but a saint is a skeptic once in twenty-four hours.

Proverbs, words, and grammar inflections convey the public sense with more purity and precision, than the wisest individual.

I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. If you can love me for what I am, we shall be the happier. If you cannot, I will still seek to seserve that you should.

Commerce is of trivial import; love, faith, truth of character, the aspiration of man, these are sacred.

Excellence is the new forever.

We walk alone in the world. Friends, such as we desire, are dreams and fables.