There are only two kinds of scholars; those who love ideas and those who hate them.

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

Learning Zen is a phenomenon of gold and dung. Before you understand it, it's like gold; after you understand it, it's like dung.

A demon holds a book, in which are written the sins of a particular man; an Angel drops on it from a phial, a tear which the sinner had shed in doing a good action, and his sins are washed out.

The history of modern art is also the history of the progressive loss of art's audience. Art has increasingly become the concern of the artist and the bafflement of the public.

To hate a person is a waste; half the people you hate don't care, and the other half don't know.

Everywhere is nowhere. When a person spends all his time in foreign travel, he ends by having many acquaintances, but no friends.

Sad fancies do we then affect, In luxury of disrespect To our own prodigal excess Of too familiar happiness.

Debt is the worst poverty.

I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls.

The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is uncopyrightable.

A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.

Good wine needs no bush. -As You Like It. Epilogue.

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed.

This is the Thing that I was born to do.

Now let us thank th' eternal power, convinc'd That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction: That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour, Serves but to brighten our future days!

Umbrellas, like faces, acquire a certain sympathy with the individual who carries them. . . . May it not be said of the bearers of these inappropriate umbrellas, that they go about the streets "with a lie in their right hand?" . . . Except in a very few cases of hypocrisy joined to a powerful intellect, men, not by nature, umbrellarians, have tried again and again to become so by art, and yet have failed--have expended their patrimony in the purchase of umbrella after umbrella, and yet have systematically lost them, and have finally, with contrite spirits and strunken purses, given up their vain struggle, and relied on theft and borrowing for the remainder of their lives.

Behold, on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong.

If that a pearl may in a toad's head dwell, And may be found too in an oyster shell.

Cats are absolute individuals, with their own ideas about everything, including the people they own.