Memoirs are the backstairs of history.
Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul when hot for certainties in this our life!
That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!
Kissing don't last: cookery do!
Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.
A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.
Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.
She poured a little social sewage into his ears.
The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.
Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.
The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.