Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.

What is one's personality, detached from that of the friends with whom fate happens to have linked one? I cannot think of myself apart from the influence of the two or three greatest friendships of my life, and any account of my own growth must be that of their stimulating and enlightening influence.

Life is the saddest thing there is, next to death.

After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.

Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.

Do you remember what you said to me once? That you could help me only by loving me? Well-you did love me for a moment; and it helped me. It has always helped me.

... naturalness is not always consonant with taste.