Conscience represents a fetich to which good people sacrifice their own happiness, bad people their neighbors'.

I waited and worked, and watched the inferior exalted for nearly thirty years; and when recognition came at last, it was too late to alter events, or to make a difference in living.

I don't like human nature, but I do like human beings.

Cruelty, I truly believe, is the one and only sin.

Though it sounds absurd, it is true to say I felt younger at sixty than I felt at twenty.

The transcendental point of view, the habit of thought bred by communion with earth and sky, had refined the grain while it had roughened the husk.

Given two tempers and the time, the ordinary marriage produces anarchy.