Emulation Is Active Virtue; Envy Is Brooding

When Passion And Habit Long Lie In Company It Is Only Slowly And With Incredulity That Habit Awakens To Finds Its Companion Fled, Itself Alone.

Age Is Nothing But Death That Is Conscious.

The Song That We Hear With Our Ears Is Only The Song That Is Sung In Our Hearts.

Friendship Is Such An Elastic Word. There Never Was An Age When It Stood For So Many Things In Private, And Was Yet So Absolutely Non-existent In Fact.

Power Is Sweet, And When You Are A Little Clerk You Love Its Sweetness Quite As Much As If You Were An Emperor, And Maybe You Love It A Good Deal More.