Journalists are like dogs, when ever anything moves they begin to bark.

A man of talent will strive for money and reputation; but the spring that moves genius to the production of its works is not as easy to name

I know of no more beautiful prayer than that which the Hindus of old used in closing: May all that have life be delivered from suffering.

Honour is external conscience, and conscience is inward honour.

Nature shows that with the growth of intelligence comes increased capacity for pain, and it is only with the highest degree of intelligence that suffering reaches its supreme point.

The person who writes for fools is always sure of a large audience.

Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination: both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other.