I happen to think we’ve set our ideal on the wrong objects; I happen to think that the greatest ideal man can set before himself is self-perfection.

The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.

Its a toss-up when you decide to leave the beaten track. Many are called, few are chosen.

People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.

You know what the critics are. If you tell the truth they only say you're cynical and it does an author no good to get a reputation for cynicism.

Charm and nothing but charm at last grows a little tiresome. It's a relief then to deal with a man who isn't quite so delightful but a little more sincere.

Loving-kindness is the better part of goodness.