Do you suppose that it is within your power to insult me? You evidently are not aware to whom you are speaking? Do you imagine that the envenomed spittle of five hundred little gentlemen of your type, heaped one upon another, would succeed in slobbering so much as the tips of my august toes?

Only imagination and belief can differentiate from the rest certain objects, certain people, and can create an atmosphere.

Things don't change, but by and by our wishes change.

...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.

The bonds that unite us to another human being are sanctified when he or she adopts the same point of view as ourselves in judging one of our imperfections.

Unkind people imagine themselves to be inflicting pain on someone equally unkind.

A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.