The need to express one's self in writing springs from a maladjustment of life, or from an inner conflict which the adolescent (or the grown man) cannot resolve in action.

We don't love a woman for what she says, we like what she says because we love her.

If men could regard the events of their own lives with more open minds, they would frequently discover that they did not really desire the things they failed to obtain.

We owe to the Middle Ages the two worst inventions of humanity - romantic love and gunpowder.

We appreciate frankness from those who like us. Frankness from others is called insolence.

Everything that is in agreement with our personal desires seems true; everything that is not puts us in a rage.

We can talk frankly about our defects only to those who recognise our qualities.