A woman's beauty is one of her great missions.

There is something mean in human nature that prefers to think evil, that gives a willing ear and a ready welcome to calumny, a sort of jealousy of goodness and greatness and things of good report.

It is the fine excesses of life that make it worth living.

All wines are by their very nature full of reminiscence, the golden tears and red blood of summers that are gone.

Wild oats will get sown some time, and one of the arts of life is to sow them at the right time.

Celestial spirit that doth roll; The heart's sepulchral stone away, Be this our resurrection day, The singing Easter of the soul - O gentle Master of the Wise, Teach us to say: "I will arise."

The road recedes as the traveler advances, leaving a continuous present.