There in the mist, enormous, majestic, silent and terrible, stood the Great Wall of China. Solitarily, with the indifference of nature herself, it crept up the mountain side and slipped down to the depth of the valley.

The tragedy of love is indifference.

I do not think you want too much sincerity in society. It would be like an iron girder in a house of cards.

There's nothing the world loves more than a ready-made description which they can hang on to a man, and so save themselves all trouble in future.

This love was a torment, and he resented bitterly the subjugation in which it held him; he was a prisoner and he longed for freedom. Sometimes he awoke in the morning and felt nothing; his soul leaped, for he thought he was free; he loved no longer; but in a little while, as he grew wide awake, the pain settled in his heart, and he knew that he was not cured yet.

It has been said that metaphysics is the finding of bad reasons for what we believe upon instinct.

I'm afraid you've thought me a bigger fool than I am.