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.

Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

Some people are born to make life pretty, and others to grumble that it is not pretty enough.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

Love at its highest flood rushes beyond its object, and loses itself in the sense of divine mystery.

In high vengeance there is noble scorn.

What is opportunity to the man who cant use it?