Let him cry whoever feels like crying, for we were animals before we became reasoning beings, and the shedding of a tear, whether of forgiveness or of pity or of sheer delight at beauty, will do him a lot of good.

The only test of a soul's salvation is its inward happiness.

A good traveller is one who does not know where he is going to, and a perfect traveller does not know where he came from.

Why should man bother himself so much about salvation, unless he has a feeling of being doomed?

By association with nature's enormities, a man's heart may truly grow big also.

All women's dresses, in every age and country, are merely variations on the eternal struggle between the admitted desire to dress and the unadmitted desire to undress.

Society can exist only on the basis that there is some amount of polished lying and that no one says exactly what he thinks.