There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.

A work of art is never finished. It is merely abandoned.

How do I know what I have to say wntil I see what I have said?

One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.

Be soft, even if you stand to get squashed.

I distrust Great Men... I believe in aristocracy, though... Its members are to be found in all nations and classes, and all through the ages, and there is a secret understanding between them when they meet... They are sensitive for others as well as for themselves, they are considerate without being fussy, their pluck is not swankiness but the power to endure, and they can take a joke.

Reformers who are obsessed with purity and cannot see that their obsession is impure.