Every leader of a great revolution is a fanatic and a Jesuit.
It took me years to learn that character is fate and that no one can be made over.
It took me some time to learn that although every one secretly cherishes the ambition to be 'put in a book,' no one is ever satisfied with anything save incense, butter, and honey, unrelieved by salt or spice.
Fame compensates for a column of wants.
The very commonplaces of life are components of its eternal mystery.
It is a pretty trick of authors to make nature ever in sympathy with man, but as a matter of fact she seldom is.