The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.
Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world.
Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.
The only way to have a friend is to be one.
Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.