“It is a fine seasoning for joy to think of those we love.”

It’s an odd job, making decent people laugh.

Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.

Words and deeds are far from being one. Much that is talked about is left undone.

Outside of Paris, there is no hope for the cultured.

Of all human foibles love of living is the most powerful.

He must have killed a lot of men to have made so much money.

How strange it is to see with how much passion People see things only in their own fashion!

If you make yourself understood, you’re always speaking well.

There is no fate more distressing for an artist than to have to show himself off before fools, to see his work exposed to the criticism of the vulgar and ignorant.

Although I am a pious man, I am not the less a man.

Perfect reason flees all extremity, and leads one to be wise with sobriety.

A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.

I find medicine is the best of all trades because whether you do any good or not you still. Get your money.

Solitude terrifies the soul at twenty.

We are easily duped by those we love.

Innocence is not accustomed to blush.

The chilly morning breeze wakes me this whiff of fall is so welcoming, my soul craves the changing leaves along with the toasty seasonal drinks while I am wrapped in my blanket basking in warm, sweet dreams.

In heaven it is always autumn.

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

In love with September’s sun the season that begins all witchy things and stirs the soul.

In April the sweet showers fall And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all The veins are bathed in liquor of such power As brings about the engendering of the flower.

A lot of people didn’t get to see Butler’s skills throughout the course of the season.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.