What the common man cannot understand he hates.

Hunger makes a thief of any man.

There was an old abbot in one temple and he said something of which I think often and it was this, that when men destroy their old gods they will find new ones to take their place.

If there is no other life, then this one has been enough to make it worth being born myself...a human being.

Never, if you can possibly help it, write a novel. It is, in the first place, a thoroughly unsocial act. It makes one obnoxious to one's family and to one's friends. One sits about for many weeks, months, even years, in the worst cases, in a state of stupefaction.

Order is the shape upon which beauty depends.

No daughter is ever her mother's darling. That spot is always reserved for the son.