Youth is the only thing worth having. When I find that I am growing old, I shall kill myself.
The common hill-flowers wither, but they blossom again. The laburnum will be as yellow next June as it is now. In a month there will be purple stars on the clematis, and year after year the green night of its leaves will hold its purple stars. But we never get back our youth.
Besides, nothing makes one so vain as being told that one is a sinner.
It is always with the best intentions that the worst work is done.
When I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure.
We can have in life but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible.