Words, like acts, become stale when they are repeated.

What fools people are when they think they can make two lives belong together by saying words over them.

So long as one is able to pose one has still much to learn about suffering.

Nothing is more trying than nerves to people who have none.

I would write of the universal, not the provincial, in human nature.... I would write of characters, not of characteristics.

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

It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.