Truth is too simple for us: we do not like those who unmask our illusions.

Our expense is almost all for conformity. It is for cake that we run in debt; 'tis not the intellect, not the heart, not beauty, not worship, that costs so much.

No man has a right perception of any truth, who has not been reacted on by it, so as to be ready to be its martyr.

The Frenchman invented the ruffle; the Englishman added the shirt.

Friendship, like the immortality of the soul, is too good to be believed.

The crime which bankrupts men and nations is that of turning aside from one's main purpose to serve a job here and there.

We mark with light in the memory the few interviews we have had with souls that made our souls wiser, that spoke what we thought, that told us what we knew, that gave us leave to be what we inly are.