A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed.

We see past time in a telescope and present time in a microscope. Hence the apparent enormities of the present.

There are no trifles in the human story, no trifling leaves on the tree.

I think I missed my calling. I should have been an interior decorator.

We may remark in passing that to be blind and beloved may, in this world where nothing is perfect, be among the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness. The supreme happiness in life is the assurance of being loved; of being loved for oneself, even in spite of oneself; and this assurance the blind man possesses. In his affliction, to be served is to be caressed. Does he lack anything? no. Possessing love he is not deprived of light. A love, moreover, that is wholly pure. There can be no blindness where there is this certainty.

To see so much misery everywhere, I suspect that God is not rich. He keeps up appearances, it is true, but I feel the pinch. He gives a revolution as a merchant, whose credit is low, gives a ball.

I had a dream my life would be different from this hell I am living, so different from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.