Tolerance cannot afford to have anything to do with the fallacy that evil may convert itself to good.

One life is an absurdly small allowance.

Few - very few - of our attainments are so profound that they are valid for always; even if they are so, they need adjustment, a straightening here, a loosening there, like an old garment to be fitted to the body.

We love those people who give with humility, or who accept with ease.

This is one of the charms of the desert, that removing as it does nearly all the accessories of life, we see the thin thread of necessities on which our human existence is suspended.

The great and almost only comfort about being a woman is that one can always pretend to be more stupid than one is and no one is surprised.

The most ominous of fallacies - the belief that things can be kept static by inaction