There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

“Yes, the Gorgon has dried your tears,” he said. “Well, she opened my eyes too; it's a delusion to say that she blinds people. What she does is just the contrary — she fastens their eyelids open, so that they're never again in the blessed darkness.”

...every literature, in its main lines, reflects the chief characteristics of the people for whom, and about whom, it is written.

There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.

Any rapidly enacted episode. . .should be seen through only one pair of eyes.

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.

Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying for their board.