Subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.

Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.

I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offense. ... Everyone who contributes to the 'too much' of literature is doing grave social injury.

Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.

Wine and the sun will make vinegar without any shouting to help them.