He always ran away from the battle with himself. Even in his own heart's privacy, he excused himself, saying, "If she hadn't said so-and-so, it would never have happened.

All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

But that is how men are! Ungrateful and never satisfied. When you don't have them they hate you because you won't; and when you do have them they hate you again, for some other reason. Or for no reason at all, except that they are discontented children, and can't be satisfied whatever they get, let a woman do what she may.

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

The more scholastically educated a man is generally, the more he is an emotional boor.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

Pure morality is only an instinctive adjustment which the soul makes.