Art like life, should be free, since both are experimental.

Nature is like a beautiful woman that may be as delightfully and as truly known at a certain distance as upon a closer view; as to knowing her through and through; that is nonsense in both cases, and might not reward our pains.

There is (as I now find) no remorse for time long past, even for what may have mortified us or made us ashamed of ourselves when it was happening: there is a pleasant panoramic sense of what it all was and how it all had to be. Why, if we are not vain or snobbish, need we desire that it should have been different? The better things we missed may yet be enjoyed or attained by someone else somewhere: why isn't that just as good? And there is no regret, either, in the sense of wishing the past to return, or missing it: it is quite real enough as it is, there at its own date and place.

In Greece wise men speak and fools decide.

The truth is cruel, but it can be loved, and it makes free those who have loved it.

Friends need not agree in everything or go always together, or have no comparable other friendships of the same intimacy.

Never have I enjoyed youth so thoroughly as I have in my old age