All a man can betray is his conscience.

All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind. All intellectual and artistic ambitions are permissible, up to and even beyond the limit of prudent sanity. They can hurt no one.

The blight of futility that lies in wait for men's speeches had fallen upon our conversation and made it a thing of empty sounds.

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.

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

Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.

It is when we try to grapple with another man's intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible, wavering, and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun.