A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk the best of life is but intoxication.

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.