How we remember, what we remember and why we remember form the most personal map of our individuality.
All the world's a cage.
We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.
You must not think me necessarily foolish because I am facetious, nor will I consider you necessarily wise because you are grave.
I daresay one profits more by the mistakes one makes off one's own bat than by doing the right thing on somebody's else advice.