A Man Can Bear A World's Contempt

It Is A Characteristic Of Pleasure That We Can Never Recognize It To Be Pleasure Till After It Is Gone.

A Tender Sadness Drops Upon My Soul, Like The Soft Twilight Dropping On The World.

Thoughts Must Come Naturally, Like Wild-flowers; They Cannot Be Forced In A Hot-bed, Even Although Aided By The Leaf-mould Of Your Past.

Death Is The Ugly Fact Which Nature Has To Hide, And She Hides It Well.

Not On The Stage Alone, In The World Also, A Man's Real Character Comes Out Best In His Asides.