God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.

While contemplating the bride, and eyeing the cake of soap, he muttered between his teeth: 'Tuesday. It was not Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? Perhaps it was Tuesday. Yes, it was Tuesday.' No one has ever discovered to what this monologue referred. Yes, perchance, this monologue had some connection with the last occasion on which he had dined, three days before, for it was now Friday.

A joyous little creature, so beautiful, It was as if a gate of Heaven opened as she came in.

Genuflection before the idol or the dollar destroys the muscles which walk and the will that moves.

One sees qualities at a distance and defects at close range.

Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke.

The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.