Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.

The greatest possible mint of style is to make the words absolutely disappear into the thought.

Death should take me while I am in the mood.

Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.

She could no longer borrow from the future to ease her present grief.

I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.

When an uninstructed multitude attempts to see with its eyes, it is exceedingly apt to be deceived.