We are all of us obliged, if we are to make reality endurable, to nurse a few little follies in ourselves.

We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.

The opinions which we hold of one another, our relations with friends and kinsfolk are in no sense permanent, save in appearance, but are as eternally fluid as the sea itself.

Beautiful books are always written in a sort of foreign language.

...Hard people are weak people whom nobody wants, and the strong, caring little whether they are wanted or not, have alone that meekness which the common herd mistake for weakness.

A woman one loves rarely suffices for all our needs, so we deceive her with another whom we do not love.

There is not a woman in the world the possession of whom is as precious as that of the truths which she reveals to us by causing us to suffer.