One can't live with one's finger everlastingly on one's pulse.

Every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.

A man's most open actions have a secret side to them.

It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.

Truth of a modest sort I can promise you, and also sincerity. That complete, praiseworthy sincerity which, while it delivers one into the hands of one's enemies, is as likely as not to embroil one with one's friends.

She feared the unknown as we all do, and her ignorance made the unknown infinitely vast.