Nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion.

He is armed without who is innocent within, be this thy screen, and this thy wall of brass.

I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens.

Innocence most often is a good fortune and not a virtue.

The temperate person's pleasures are durable because they are regular; and all their life is calm and serene, because it is innocent.

The greenhorn is the ultimate victor in everything; it is he that gets the most out of life.

Every harlot was a virgin once.

People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.

Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much wiser to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

If you would live innocently, seek solitude.