In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius.

What a wonderful phenomenon it is, carefully considered, when the human eye, that jewel of organic structures, concentrates its moist brilliance on another human creature!

In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius.

For to be poised against fatality, to meet adverse conditions gracefully, is more than simple endurance; it is an act of aggression, a positive triumph.

Time cools, time clarifies; no mood can be maintained quite unaltered through the course of hours.

What pleases the public is lively and vivid delineation which makes no demands on the intellect; but passionate and absolutist youth can only be enthralled by a problem.

For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.