We have all got to exert ourselves a little to keep sane, and call things by the same names as other people call them by.

Gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes of those who diffuse it: it proves nothing but the bad taste of the smoker.

There is a mercy which is weakness, and even treason against the common good.

Loquacity with tongue or pen is its own reward -- or, punishment.

I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.

How impossible it is for strong healthy people to understand the way in which bodily malaise and suffering eats at the root of one's life! The philosophy that is true - the religion that is strength to the healthy - is constantly emptiness to one when the head is distracted and every sensation is oppressive.

I had some ambition. I meant everything to be different with me. I thought I had more strength and mastery. But the most terrible obstacles are such as nobody can see except oneself.