There is no pleasure subtler than the sensation of being a good workman; and in work there is the sense of consanguinity-unconscious as a rule but sometimes conscious.

The self does not realize itself most fully when self-realization is its most constant aim.

We don't like flowers that do not wilt; they must die, and nine she-camel hairs aid memory.

All are / naked, none is safe.

A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.

There never was a war that was not inward.

I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.