My pessimism goes to the point of suspecting the sincerity of the pessimists.

"A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the "I" in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear."

"The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life, without a dream?"

A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.

""I recoil, overcome with the glory of my rosy hue and the knowledge that I, a mere cock, have made the sun rise.""