Death, the refuge, the solace, the best and kindliest and most prized friend and benefactor of the erring, the forsaken, the old and weary and broken of heart

The lie, as a virtue, a principle, is eternal; the lie, as a recreation, a solace, a refuge in time of need, the fourth Grace, the tenth Muse, man's best and surest friend is immortal

I am glad the old masters are all dead, and I only wish they had died sooner.

Moralists and philosophers have adjudged those who throw temptation in the way of the erring, equally guilty with those who are thereby led into evil

All say, 'How hard it is that we have to die' - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.

I didn't attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.