Time indeed has very little to do with living except at its beginning or near its end.

Truth is no man's slave - but lies - what magnificent servants they make.

This is the real tragedy of mankind, that until now the spirit of man has not been able to free itself, even along the path of its own development, from the tentacles of self-deception.

Life was a series of messes, and one spent one's time cleaning them up; if one had any heart at all one also gave a part of one's time to cleaning up those of other people.

artists are exposed to great temptations: their eyes see paradise before their souls have reached it, and that is a great danger.

There are two ways of meeting difficulties: you alter the difficulties, or you alter yourself to meet them.

Jane had that happy disposition which would like to imagine that every one really wishes the well-being of his neighbour and struggles, though sometimes rather disastrously, to help him towards it.