Nothing should be out of the reach of hope. Life is a hope.
She had a passion for secrecy, but she herself was merely a Sphinx without a secret.
Perhaps in nearly every joy, as certainly in every pleasure, cruelty has its place.
The true critic is he who bears within himself the dreams and ideas and feelings of myriad generations, and to whom no form of thought is alien, no emotional impulse obscure.
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
The only thing that ever consoles man for the stupid things he does is the praise he always gives himself for doing them.