We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours.

The visible world is a daily miracle, for those who have eyes and ears.

Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.

One of the surprises of her unoccupied state was the discovery that time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace

“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.”

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

As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.