I was now prepared to accept any faith so long as it did not demand a direct denial of reason, which would have been a deceit.

It is by those who have suffered that the world has been advanced.

One ought only to write when one leaves a piece of one's own flesh in the inkpot, each time one dips one's pen.

I believe that order is better than chaos, creation better than destruction. I prefer gentleness to violence, forgiveness to vendetta. On the whole I think knowledge is preferable to ignorance, and I am sure human sympathy is more valuable than ideology.

And the light by which she had read the book filled with troubles, falsehoods, sorrow, and evil, flared up more brightly than ever before, lighted up for her all that had been in darkness, flickered, began to grow dim, and was quenched forever.

Happiness does not depend on outward things, but on the way we see them.

Art is not a pleasure, a solace, or an amusement; art is great matter.