Sympathetic people often don't communicate well, they back reflected images which hide their own depths.

There are robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer.

It so often happens that others are measuring us by our past self while we are looking back on that self with a mixture of disgust and sorrow.

Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.

There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.

But how little we know what would make paradise for our neighbours! We judge from our own desires, and our neighbours themselves are not always open enough even to throw out a hint of theirs.

Blameless people are always the most exasperating.