We are all humiliated by the sudden discovery of a fact which has existed very comfortably and perhaps been staring at us in private while we have been making up our world entirely without it.

A prig is a fellow who is always making you a present of his opinions.

I've always felt that your belongings have never been on a level with you.

Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.

What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.

She was no longer struggling against the perception of facts, but adjusting herself to their clearest perception.