The ideal story is that of two people who go into love step for step, with a fluttered consciousness, like a pair of children venturing together into a dark room.

Little do ye know your own blessedness; for to travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive, and the true success is to labour.

There is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change.

To believe in immortality is one thing, but it is first needful to believe in life.

Life is not a matter of holding good cards

Anyone can carry their burden, however hard, until nightfall. Anyone can do their work, however hard, for one day.

I hate to write, but I love to have written.