I care only to know, if possible, the lasting meaning that lies in all religious doctrine from the beginning till now.

Fine art, poetry, that kind of thing, elevates a nation.

O the anguish of the thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them.

One of the tortures of jealousy is, that it can never turn away its eyes from the thing that pains it.

Falsehood is easy, truth so difficult.

I have nothing to tell except travellers' stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.

It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.