There is a certain frame of mind to which a cemetery is, if not an antidote, at least an alleviation. If you are in a fit of the blues, go nowhere else.

Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a poor substitute for life.

Extreme busyness is a symptom of deficient vitality, and a faculty for idleness implies a catholic appetite and a strong sense of personal identity.

If you want a person's faults, go to those who love him. They will not tell you, but they know.

I believe in an ultimate decency of things.

No human being ever spoke of scenery for above two minutes at a time, which makes me suspect that we hear too much of it in literature.

A great part of this life consists in contemplating what we cannot cure.