But what is criticism? Criticism is purely destructive; anyone can destroy, but not everyone can build up.

Man has always sacrificed truth to his vanity, comfort and advantage. He lives not by truth but by make-believe.

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.

We learn resignation not by our own suffering, but by the suffering of others.

Because a man can write great works he is none the less a man.

If forty million people say a foolish thing it does not become a wise one.

No affectation of peculiarity can conceal a commonplace mind.