Anything that has real and lasting value is always a gift from within.

There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.

The worries that are the burden of which the privileged person makes an excuse in dealing with the oppressed person are in fact the worries about preserving his privileged condition.

Evil is whatever distracts.

You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away.

Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.

It is strange how little sharpsightedness women possess; they only notice whether they please, then whether they arouse pity, and finally, whether you look for compassion from them. That is all; come to think of it, it may even be enough, generally speaking.