Where is truth$$$ forsooth$$$ and who knoweth it? Is Beauty beautiful$$$ or is it only our eyes that make it so? Does Venus squint? Has she got a splay-foot$$$ red hair$$$ and a crooked back? Anoint my eyes$$$ good Fairy Puck$$$ so that I may ever consider the Beloved Object a paragon! Above all$$$ keep on anointing my mistress's dainty peepers with the very strongest ointment$$$ so that my noddle may ever appear lovely to her$$$ and that she may continue to crown my honest ears with fresh roses!
Every man$$$ however brief or inglorious may have been his academical career$$$ must remember with kindness and tenderness the old university comrades and days. The young man's life is just beginning: the boy's leading-strings are cut$$$ and he has all the novel delights and dignities of freedom. He has no idea of cares yet$$$ or of bad health$$$ or of roguery$$$ or poverty$$$ or to-morrow's disappointment.
O blessed idleness! Divine lazy nymph! Reach me a novel as I lie in my dressing-gown at three o'clock in the afternoon; compound a sherry-cobbler for me$$$ and bring me a cigar! Dear slatternly$$$ smiling Enchantress! They may assail thee with bad names$$$ swear thy character away$$$ and call thee the Mother of Evil; but$$$ for all that$$$ thou art the best company in the world!
Let the man who has to make his fortune in life remember this maxim. Attacking is his only secret. Dare$$$ and the world always yields: or$$$ if it beat you sometimes$$$ dare again$$$ and it will succumb.
All the world used her ill$$$ said this young misanthropist$$$ ... and we may be pretty certain that persons whom all the world treats ill$$$ deserve entirely the treatment they get. The world is a looking-glass$$$ and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it$$$ and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it$$$ and it is a jolly kind companion; and so let all young persons take their choice.
The little cares$$$ fears$$$ tears$$$ timid misgivings$$$ sleepless fancies of I don't know how many days and nights$$$ were forgotten under one moment's influence of that familiar$$$ irresistible smile.
One of the great conditions of anger and hatred is$$$ that you must tell and believe lies against the hated object$$$ in order$$$ as we said$$$ to be consistent.
A person can't help their birth.
Most persons are so absorbed in the contemplation of the outside world that they are wholly oblivious to what is passing on within themselves.
The individual is ephemeral$$$ races and nations come and pass away$$$ but man remains.