The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Modern life would be very tedious if it were either, and modern literature a complete impossibility!

In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place.

I will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope.

Biography lends to death a new terror.

The heart was made to be broken.

The salesman knows nothing of what he is selling save that he is charging a great deal too much for it.

Never buy a thing you don't want merely because it is dear.