When people talk to us about others they are usually dull. When they talk to us about themselves they are nearly always interesting.

The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.

I played with an idea, and grew willful; tossed it into the air; transformed it; let it escape and recaptured it; made it iridescent with fancy, and winged it with paradox.

To toil for a hard master is bitter, but to have no master to toil for is more bitter still.

He rides in the row at ten o clock in the morning, goes to the Opera three times a week, changes his clothes at least five times a day, and dines out every night of the season. You don't call that leading an idle life, do you?

The supreme object of life is to live. Few people live. It is true life only to realize one's own perfection, to make one's every dream a reality.

We live, I regret to say, in an age of Big Data hype.