To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.

The symptoms of compassion and benevolence, in some people, are like those minute guns which warn you that you are in deadly peril.

Where there is a question of economy, I prefer privation.

The best of lessons, for a good many people, would be to listen at a keyhole. It is a pity for such that the practice is dishonorable.

To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.

Pride dries the tears of anger and vexation; humility, those of grief. The one is indignant that we should suffer; the other calms us by the reminder that we deserve nothing else.

My sole defense against the natural horror which death inspires is to love beyond it.