It's a great comfort to some people to groan over their imaginary ills.

As if the ray which travels from the sun would reach me sooner than the man who blacks my boots.

You must not judge hastily or vulgarly of Snobs: to do so shows that you are yourself a Snob.

Where is truth, forsooth, and who knoweth it? Is Beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so? Does Venus squint? Has she got a splay-foot, red hair, and a crooked back? Anoint my eyes, good Fairy Puck, so that I may ever consider the Beloved Object a paragon! Above all, keep on anointing my mistress's dainty peepers with the very strongest ointment, so that my noddle may ever appear lovely to her, and that she may continue to crown my honest ears with fresh roses!

When I walk with you I feel as if I had a flower in my buttonhole.

Life is the soul's nursery.

Business first; pleasure afterwards.