I do not believe in Belief.

It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who can greet with an equal eye the deep that he is entering, and the shore that he must leave.

If God could tell the story of the Universe, the Universe would become fictitious.

Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels — inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards.

Our final experience, like our first, is conjectural. We move between two darkness's.

Reverence is fatal to literature.

An acquaintance had become a lover, might become a husband, but would retain all that she had noted in the acquaintance; and love must confirm an old relation rather than reveal a new one.