Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum.

The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.

Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum.

For a wonderful physical tie binds the parents to the children; and - by some sad, strange irony - it does not bind us children to our parents. For if it did, if we could answer their love not with gratitude but with equal love, life would lose much of its pathos and much of its squalor, and we might be wonderfully happy.

Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.

One is certain of nothing but the truth of one's own emotions.

No one is more triumphant than the man who chooses a worthy subject and masters all its facts.