“Think not I am what I appear.”

I learned to love despair.

I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.

Let joy be unconfined.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.

I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.

They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.

Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.

To have joy, one must share it.

I am not now That which I have been.

I have simplified my politics into an utter detestation of all existing governments; and, as it is the shortest and most agreeable and summary feeling imaginable.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

What’s drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur’d for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,–at which my soul aches to think,– Intoxicated with eternity.

All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.

Manners are a way of getting what you want without appearing to be an absolute swine.

Politics are not an instrument for effecting social change; they are the art of making the inevitable appear to be a matter of wise human choice.

The sunlit face of the earth would appear to shine by the light diffused back into space from the land and water-covered areas.

As the eye waits on the rising of the Sun which in its own time appears above the horizon and gives itself to our sight.

In the first period religious life appears as a form of discipline which the individual or a whole people must accept as an unconditional command without any rational understanding of the ultimate meaning and purpose of that command.

On a sea floor that looks like a sandy mud bottom, that at first glance might appear to be sand and mud, when you look closely and sit there as I do for a while and just wait, all sorts of creatures show themselves, with little heads popping out of the sand. It is a metropolis.

Human language appears to be a unique phenomenon, without significant analogue in the animal world.

Leap, and the net will appear.