Love of learning is a pleasant and universal bond since it deals with what one is and not what one has.

It is only the unexpected that ever makes a customs officer think.

Risk is the salt and sugar of life.

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 thwarting of the instinct to love is the root of all sorrow and not sex only but divinity itself is insulted when it is repressed.

The artist's business is to take sorrow when it comes. The depth and capacity of his reception is the measure of his art; and when he turns his back on his own suffering, he denies the very laws of his being and closes the door on everything that can ever make him great.

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