He had set himself to the serious study of the great aristocratic art of doing absolutely nothing.
Sins of the flesh are nothing. They are maladies for physicians to cure, if they should be cured. Sins of the soul alone are shameful.
Those who see any difference between soul and body have neither.
Suddenly a dog bayed in the wood, and the dancers stopped, and going up two by two, knelt down, and kissed the man's hands. As they did so, a little smile touched his proud lips, as a bird's wing touches the water and makes it laugh. But there was disdain in it.
I could deny myself the pleasure of talking, but not to others the pleasure of listening.
In war, the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich makes slaves of the poor.