The trouble with young writers is that they are all in their sixties.

Reserve is an artificial quality that is developed in most of us but as the result of innumerable rebuffs.

An art is only great and significant if it is one that all may enjoy. The art of a clique is but a plaything.

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

Has it occurred to you that transmigration is at once an explanation and a justification of the evil of the world? If the evils we suffer are the result of sins committed in our past lives, we can bear them with resignation and hope that if in this one we strive toward virtue out future lives will be less afflicted.

No affectation of peculiarity can conceal a commonplace mind.

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