A trouble is a trouble, and the general idea, in the country, is to treat it as such, rather than to snatch the knotted cords from the hand of God and deal out murderous blows.

There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.

Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!

Woman dwell always in the palace of unpalatable truth and never by any chance is there a magic talisman to save them from their destiny. Speech is their ultimate need. We men exist for them only in so far as we can be described.

It may be that, while we plodding realists go on, for ever preoccupied with our daily chores, abstracting a microscopic pleasure from each microscopic duty, your true romantic has the truer vision, and beholds, afar off, in all its lurid splendour and terrible proportions, the piquant adventure we call life.

Responsibility's like a string we can only see the middle of. Both ends are out of sight.

The world belongs to the Enthusiast who keeps cool.