Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.

From a hundred rabbits you can't make a horse.

The jealous are the readiest of all to forgive, and all women know it.

All the Utopias will come to pass only when we grow wings and all people are converted into angels.

A fool with a heart and no sense is just as unhappy as a fool with sense and no heart.

I have no self-respect. But can a man of acute sensibility respect himself at all?

At such times I felt something was drawing me away, and I kept fancying that if I walked straight on, far, far away and reached that line where the sky and earth meet, there I should find the key to the mystery, there I should see a new life a thousand times richer and more turbulent than ours.