His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain -- why he did not instantly disappear.

I saw him open his mouth wide. . . as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.

We live as we dream - alone.

Mathematics commands all my respect, but I have no use for engines.

There is no credulity so eager and blind as the credulity of covetousness, which, in its universal extent, measures the moral misery and the intellectual destitution of mankind.

Being a lady is a frightfully troublesome assignment, since it comprises mainly in managing men.

Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.