There is probably nothing like living together for blinding people to each other.

Most of the pleasure of making a book would go if it held nothing to be shared by other people. I would write for a few dozen people, and sometimes it seems that I do so, but I would not write for no-one.

Truth is so impossible. Something has to be done for it.

some people always have a touch of youth about them.

Civilized life exacts its toll.

I wonder the human race has been so fond of migrations, when the young take so hardly to traveling.

We do not discuss the members of our family to their faces.