We can't all be lions in this world. There must be some lambs, harmless, kindly, gregarious creatures for eating and shearing.

Oh, brother wearers of motley, are there not moments when one grows sick of grinning and trembling and the jingling of cap and bells?

If a secret history of books could be written, and the author's private thoughts and meanings noted down alongside of his story, how many insipid volumes would become interesting, and dull tales excite the reader!

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

Ah! Vanitas Vanitatum! Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?-Come, children, let us shut up the box and the puppets, for our play is played out.

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

There is a skeleton in every house.