You cannot imagine my emotion behind the yew hedge…

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them!

Every one, more or less, loves Power, yet those who most wish for it are seldom the fittest to be trusted with it.

As a child is indulged or checked in its early follies, a ground is generally laid for the happiness or misery of the future man.

Honeymoon lasts not nowadays above a fortnight.

Nothing in human nature is so God-like as the disposition to do good to our fellow-creatures.