Except for the young or very happy, I can't say I am sorry for anyone who dies.

Novels are sweets. All people with healthy literary appetites love them-almost all women; a vast number of clever, hardheaded men.

A fool can no more see his own folly than he can see his ears.

There are other books in a man's library besides Ovid, and after dawdling ever so long at a woman's knee, one day he gets up and is free. We have all been there; we have all had the fever--the strongest and the smallest, from Samson, Hercules, Rinaldo, downward: but it burns out, and you get well.

Society having ordained certain customs, men are bound to obey the law of society, and conform to its harmless orders.

Happy! Who is happy? Was there not a serpent in Paradise itself? And if Eve had been perfectly happy beforehand, would she have listened to the tempter?

[As they say in the old legends]Before a man goes to the devil himself, he sends plenty of other souls thither.