children like change - for one thing, they never anticipate regret.

Only in a house where one has learnt to be lonely does one have this solicitude for things. One's relation to them, the daily seeing or touching, begins to become love, and to lay one open to pain.

The innocent are so few that two of them seldom meet - when they do meet, their victims lie strewn all round.

[A writer] should try not to be too far, personally, below the level of his work.

Good general-purpose manners nowadays may be said to consist in knowing how much you can get away with.

I pity people who do not care for Society. They are poorer for the oblation they do not make.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.