Cleverness becomes a public nuisance.

Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. One might fancy she was looking for dead things.

Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art. Whatever is popular is wrong.

I was very much disappointed in the Atlantic Ocean.

The only way to even approach doing something perfectly is through experience, and experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.

Perhaps in nearly every joy, as certainly in every pleasure, cruelty has its place.

It is because Humanity has never known where it was going that it has been able to find its way.