A man deep-wounded may feel too much pain To feel much anger.

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

Sane people did what their neighbors did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.

We are on a perilous margin when we begin to look passively at our future selves, and see our own figures led with dull consent into insipid misdoing and shabby achievement.

Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.