It is hard living down the tempers we are born with. We all begin well, for in our youth there is nothing we are more intolerant of than our own sins writ large in others and we fight them fiercely in ourselves; but we grow old and we see that these our sins are of all sins the really harmless ones to own, nay that they give a charm to any character, and so our struggle with them dies away.

Nothing is really so very frightening when everything is so very dangerous

You have to know what you want to get it.

Oh, I wish I were a miser; being a miser must be so occupying.

You are so afraid of losing your moral sense that you are not willing to take it through anything more dangerous than a mud-puddle.

I really do know that it can be done and if it can be done why do it...

What is the answer? In that case, what is the question?