A mother only does her children harm if she makes them the only concern of her life.

The tragedy of love is indifference.

Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.

It has been said that good prose should resemble the conversation of a well-bred man.

A writer need not devour a whole sheep in order to know what mutton tastes like, but he must at least eat a chop. Unless he gets his facts right, his imagination will lead him into all kinds of nonsense, and the facts he is most likely to get right are the facts of his own experience.

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

The artist produces for the liberation of his soul.