It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.

... when one's outward lot is perfect, the sense of inward imperfection is the more pressing.

It is never too late to be who you want to be.

There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love; and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.

What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known, and loved because it is known?

Excellence encourages one about life generally; it shows the spiritual wealth of the world.

Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.