In her abhorrrence of a vacuum, Nature, for the furtherance of her favorite hobby, has often to resort to strange devices. If she could but understand that vacuity is sometimes better than superfluity!

Surely one of the peculiar habits of circumstances is the way they follow, in their eternal recurrence, a single course. If an event happens once in a life, it may be depended upon to repeat later its general design.

Knowledge, like experience, is valid in fiction only after it has dissolved and filtered down through the imagination into reality.

What was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life - the gleam, the quiver, the heartbeat, the immeasurable joy and anguish of being.

The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.

Nothing, except the weather report or a general maxim of conduct, is so unsafe to rely upon as a theory of fiction.

nations decay from within more often than they surrender to outward assault.