I don't like to talk much with people who always agree with me. It is amusing to coquette with an echo for a little while, but one soon tires of it.
A word spoken in season, at the right moment; is the mother of ages.
It is now almost my sole rule of life to clear myself of cants and formulas, as of poisonous Nessus shirts.
Society is founded upon Cloth.
I have no patience whatever with these gorilla damnifications of humanity.
Rest is for the dead.