Life, I fancy, would very often be insupportable, but for the luxury of self compassion.

The mind which renounces, once and for ever, a futile hope, has its compensation in ever-growing calm.

To every man it is decreed: Thou shalt live alone. Happy they who imagine that they have escaped the common lot; happy, whilst they imagine it.

To like Keats is a test of fitness for understanding poetry, just as to like Shakespeare is a test of general mental capacity.

Have the courage of your desire.

Life, I fancy, would very often be insupportable, but for the luxury of self compassion.

That is one of the bitter curses of poverty; it leaves no right to be generous.