Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.

Is not man himself the most unsettled of all the creatures of the earth? What is this trembling sensation that is intensified with each ascending step in the natural order?

Killing time is the chief end of our society.

If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

Nature is honest, we aren't; we embalm our dead.

The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.

When you put a man and a woman together, there are some things they simply have to do. They embrace, they warm each other. All the rest is dead and empty.