To teach one's self is to be forced to learn twice.

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

But, of course only morons would ever think or speak of themselves as intellectuals. That's why they all look so sad.

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

After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o'clock and threw a golden bar into the deep Victorian gloom of the front parlour

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

There is no support so strong as the strength that enables one to stand alone.