A man cannot always be estimated by what he does. He may keep the law, and yet be worthless. He may break the law, and yet be fine. He may be bad, without ever doing anything bad. He may commit a sin against society, and yet realise through that sin his true perfection.
You know I am not a champion of marriage. The real drawback to marriage is that it makes one unselfish. And unselfish people are colourless.
Examinations consist of the foolish asking questions the wise cannot answer.
I remember your saying once that there is a fatality about good resolutions—that they are always made too late. Mine certainly were.
Poets are not so scrupulous as you are. They know how useful passion is for publication. Nowadays a broken heart will run to many editions.
I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.