A very small matter, when all is said; only a fool would be concerned about it.
Logic is neither an art nor a science but a dodge.
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.
On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.
To describe happiness is to diminish it.
She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?