Art, unless it leads to right action, is no more than the opium of an intelligentsia.

Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one's mind.

Common sense and nature will do a lot to make the pilgrimage of life not too difficult.

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.

We have long passed the Victorian Era when asterisks were followed after a certain interval by a baby.

One cannot find peace in work or in pleasure, in the world or in a convent, but only in one's soul.

Her tears were partly tears of happiness, for she felt that the strangeness between them was gone. She loved him now with a new love because he had made her suffer.