“I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome – and so I live. Would I had never lived!”

Till taught by pain, men know not water’s worth.

What an antithetical mind! – tenderness, roughness – delicacy, coarseness – sentiment, sensuality – soaring and groveling, dirt and deity – all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!

Self praise is no praise at all.

You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Tyranny is for the worst of treasons.

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.

Who then will explain the explanation?

It is when we think we lead that we are most led.

Why do they call me misanthrope? Because They hate me, not I them.

Heaven gives its favourites-early death.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

All anyone asks for is a chance to work with pride.

If all mankind were to disappear, the world would regenerate back to the rich state of equilibrium that existed ten thousand years ago.

Mankind has probably done more damage to the Earth in the 20th century than in all of previous human history.

Don’t tell your problems to people: eighty percent don’t care; and the other twenty percent are glad you have them.

The trouble is not that players have sex the night before a game. It’s that they stay out all night looking for it.

Ability is the art of getting credit for all the home runs somebody else hits.

Evolution is a light illuminating all facts, a curve that all lines must follow.

Jonathan is that brilliant little fire that burns within us all, that lives only for those moments when we reach perfection.