Every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character.
It was only in the theatre that I lived
If Nature had been comfortable, mankind would never have invented architecture.
He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afraid, or when we are stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression.
The final mystery is oneself.
After a good dinner one can forgive anybody, even one's own relations.