The difficult task of knowing another soul is not for young gentlemen whose consciousness is chiefly made up of their own wishes.

... indefinite visions of ambition are weak against the ease of doing what is habitual or beguilingly agreeable.

As they who make Good luck a god count all unlucky men.

Nothing at times is more expressive than silence.

The most solid comfort one can fall back upon is the thought that the business of one's life is to help in some small way to reduce the sum of ignorance, degradation and misery on the face of this beautiful earth.

Hurt, he'll never be hurt--he's made to hurt other people.

There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side.