There is immunity in reading, immunity in formal society, in office routine, in the company of old friends and in the giving of officious help to strangers, but there is no sanctuary in one bed from the memory of another. The past with its anguish will break through every defense-line of custom and habit; we must sleep and therefore we must dream.

A woman's desire for revenge outlasts all her other emotions.

Longevity is the revenge of talent upon genius.

There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.

Boys do not grow up gradually. They move forward in spurts like the hands of clocks in railway stations.

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

Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.