Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances.

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.

Whatever people may say, the fastidious formal manner of the upper classes is preferable to the slovenly easygoing behaviour of the common middle class. In moments of crisis, the former know how to act, the latter become uncouth brutes.

It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative?

We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.

Waiting is still an occupation. It is having nothing to wait for that is terrible.

Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi. (Death will come and it will have your eyes.)