A certain simplicity of thought is common to serene souls at both ends of the social scale.

There is a kind way of assisting our fellow-creatures which is enough to break their hearts while it saves their outer envelope.

It is respectable to have no illusions, and safe, and profitable and dull.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.

It is my belief no man ever understands quite his own artful dodges to escape from the grim shadow of self knowledge.

It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is of the very essence of dreams.

It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth.