The last thing a woman will consent to in a man whom she loves, or on whom she simply depends, is want of courage.

Joy and sorrow in this world pass into each other, mingling their forms and their murmurs in the twilight of life as mysterious as an overshadowed ocean, while the dazzling brightness of supreme hopes lies far off, fascinating and still, on the distant edge of the horizon

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.

The very young have, properly speaking, no moments. It is the privilege of early youth to live in advance of its days in all the beautiful continuity of hope which knows no pauses and no introspection.

Art is long and life is short, and success is very far off.

Any work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line.