The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vi.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.