If it is necessary sometimes to lie to others, it is always despicable to lie to oneself.

Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.

If only the good were a little less heavy-footed

A good style should show no signs of effort. What is written should seem a happy accident.

The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.

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

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.