Whilst we want cities as the centres where the best things are found, cities degrade us by magnifying trifles.
When we quarrel, how we wish we had been blameless.
The miracles of genius always rest on profound convictions which refuse to be analyzed.
I shun father and mother and wife and brother, when my genius calls me.
The hero sees that the event is ancillary: it must follow him.
Some eyes threaten like a loaded and levelled pistol, and others are as insulting as hissing or kicking; some have no more expression than blueberries, while others are as deep as a well which you can fall into.