There is nothing so degrading as the constant anxiety about one's means of livelihood.

A good story is obviously a difficult thing to invent, but its difficulty is a poor reason for despising it.

No action is in itself good or bad, but only such according to convention.

She alone had been blind to his merit. Why? Because he loved her and she did not love him. What was it in the human heart that made you despise a man because he loved you?

Advice to first year medical students: In anatomy, it is better to have learned and lost than never to have learned at all.

We know our friends by their defects rather than by their merits.

I never spend more than one hour in a gallery. That is as long as one's power of appreciation persists.