Whatever is old corrupts, and the past turns to snakes.
Sorrow makes us all children again.
The secret of success in society is a certain heartiness and sympathy.
One man pins me to the wall, while with another I walk among the stars
As men's prayers are a disease of the will, so are their creeds a disease of the intellect.
The interminable forests should become graceful parks, for use and delight.