Great loves were almost always great tragedies. Perhaps it was because love was never truly great until the element of sacrifice entered into it.

having considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.

I began to feel that if religion was either an illusion or a revelation, it was simpler to accept it as an illusion.

I never saw a lawyer yet who would admit he was making money.

Men were not equal in the effort they made, nor did equal efforts bring equal result. ... Equality of opportunity, yes. Equality of effort and result, no.

Love sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.

Every crucial experience can be regarded either as a setback, or the start of a wonderful new adventure, it depends on your perspective!