It is only in the country that we can get to know a person or a book.

In my religion, there would be no exclusive doctrine; all would be love, poetry, and doubt.

Doing is overrated, and success undesirable, but the bitterness of failure even more so.

When young we are faithful to individuals, when older we grow loyal to situations and to types.

Greed, like the love of comfort, is a kind of fear.

The only happy talkers are dandies who extract pleasure from the very perishability of their material and who would not be able to tolerate the isolation of all other forms of composition; for most good talkers, when they have run down, are miserable; they know that they have betrayed themselves, that they have taken material which should have a life of its own, to dispense it in noises upon the air.

Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control.