Date not the life which thou hast run by the mean of reckoning of the hours and days, which though hast breathed: a life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line, - by deeds, not years.

Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.

Those that vow the most are the least sincere.

Nothing keeps me in such awe as perfect beauty; now, there is something consoling and encouraging in ugliness.

If it is abuse, - why one is always sure to hear of it from one damned goodnatured friend or another!

The number of those who undergo the fatigue of judging for themselves is very small indeed.

Happiness is an exotic of celestial birth.