Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers.

Seaward ho! Hang the treasure! It's the glory of the sea that has turned my head.

I have done my fiddling so long under Vesuvius that I have almost forgotten to play, and can only wait for the eruption and think it long of coming. Literally no man has more wholly outlived life than I. And still it's good fun.

I regard you with an indifference closely bordering on aversion.

The spirit of delight comes in small ways.

Lastly (and this is, perhaps, the golden rule), no woman should marry a man who does not smoke.

This profusion of eccentricities, this dream in masonry and living rock is not a drop scene in a theatre, but a city in the world of reality.