To know what people really think, pay regard to what they do, rather than what they say.

Memory... is an internal rumor.

The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.

You cannot prove realism to a complete sceptic or idealist; but you can show an honest man that he is not a complete sceptic or idealist, but a realist at heart. So long as he is alive his sincere philosophy must fulfil the assumptions of his life and not destroy him.

As widowers proverbially marry again, so a man with the habit of friendship always finds new friends.

Children are natural mythologists: they beg to be told tales, and love not only to invent but to enact falsehoods.

Art is a delayed echo.