The mind which is most capable of receiving impressions is very often the least capable of drawing conclusions.

Human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment.

I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.

They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however hard it hits the surface of the mind it cannot penetrate within.

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

A thousand things to be written had I time: had I power. A very little writing uses up my capacity for writing.

Habits and customs are a convenience devised for the support of timid natures who dare not allow their souls free play.