Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.

People go on marrying because they can't resist natural forces, although many of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month's pleasure with a life's discomfort.

Indifference to fate which, though it often makes a villain of a man, is the basis of his sublimity when it does not.

The business of the poet and the novelist is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things.

Done because we are too many.

That cold accretion called the world, so terrible in the mass, is so non formidable, even pitiable, in its units.

Happiness is but a mere episode in the general drama of pain.