Believe me, that was a happy age, before the days of architects, before the days of builders.

Anger is like a ruin, which, in falling upon its victim, breaks itself to pieces.

Where fear is, happiness is not.

Small sorrows speak great ones are silent.

I am ashamed of my master and not of my servitude.

If ever you come upon a grove of ancient trees which have grown to an exceptional height, shutting out a view of sky by a veil of pleached and intertwining branches, then the loftiness of the forest, the seclusion of the spot and your marvel at the thick unbroken shade in the midst of the open spaces, will prove to you the presence of deity.

Drunkenness is nothing else but a voluntary madness.