Every autobiography is concerned with two characters, a Don Quixote, the Ego, and a Sancho Panza, the Self.

The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead.

Weep for the lives your wishes never led.

A dead man who never caused others to die seldom rates a statue.

I know nothing, except what everyone knows - if there when Grace dances, I should dance.

In order that people may be happy in their work, these three things are needed: They must be fit for it: they must not do too much of it: and they must have a sense of success in it - not a doubtful sense, such as needs some testimony of others for its confirmation, but a sure sense, or rather knowledge, that so much work has been done well, and fruitfully done, whatever the world may say or think about it.

To make one, there must be two.