We do not write as we want, but as we can.

The tragedy of love is not death or separation. How long do you think it would have been before one or other of them ceased to care? Oh, it is dreadfully bitter to look at a woman whom you have loved with all your heart and soul, so that you felt you could not bear to let her out of your sight, and realize that you would not mind if you never saw her again. The tragedy of love is indifference.

I don't know why it is that the religious never ascribe common sense to God.

Failure make people bitter and cruel. Success improves the character of the man.

The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity. The beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.

People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.

The humour of Dostoievsky is the humour of a barloafer who ties a kettle to a dog's tail.