There is always something infinitely mean about other people's tragedies.

No work of art ever puts forward views. Views belong to people who are not artists.

You shut out from your society the gentle and the good. You laugh at the simple and the pure. living, as you all do, on other and by them, you need at self-sacrifice, and if you throw bread to the poor, it is merely to keep them quiet for a season.

I wonder who it was defined man as a rational animal. It was the most premature definition ever given. Man is many things, but he is not rational.

If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.

It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.

The heart was made to be broken.