The chief danger about Paris is that it is such a strong stimulant.

Our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves, and of our visible, sensible world.

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.

Dear Mother, I am getting on nicely in my work at the bank, and like it ... I want to find out something about the science of money while I am at it; it is an extraordinarily interesting subject.

We must believe that "emotion recollected in tranquillity" is an inexact formula. For it is neither emotion, nor recollection, nor without distortion of meaning, tranquillity. It is a concentration, and a new thing resulting from the concentration of a very great number of experiences which to the practical and active person would not seem to be experiences at all; it is a concentration which does not happen consciously or of deliberation. These experiences are not "recollected" and they finally unite in an atmosphere which is "tranquil" only in that it is a passive attending upon the event.

The journey, Not the destination matters.

Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.