We believe that the defects of so many perverse and so many frivolous people, who make up society, are organic, and society is a hospital of incurables.

All infractions of love and equity in our social relations are speedily punished-by fear...be honest with a man and you have no fear. Try to deceive and the relationship deteriorates.

There are eyes, to be sure, that give no more admission into the man than blueberries.

So shall we come to look at the world with new eyes.

Life is a series of surprises and would not be worth taking or keeping if it were not.

The virtues of society are vices of the saint. The terror of reform is the discovery that we must cast away our virtues, or what we have always esteemed such, into the same pit that has consumed our grosser vices.

There are no days in life so memorable as those which vibrate to some stroke of the imagination.