Our vanity desires that what we do best should be considered what is hardest for us.

The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she perpetrates a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, glancing around to see whether anybody notices--and to make sure that somebody notices.

The growth of wisdom may be gauged exactly by the diminution of ill-temper.

Christianity is called the religion of pity.

It is difficult to live among people because silence is so difficult.

How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?

If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn.