Sentimentality is the only sentiment that rubs you the wrong way.

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.

Sometimes the road was only a lane, with thick hawthorne hedges, and the green elms overhung it on either side so that when you looked up there was only a strip of blue sky between. And as you rode along in the warm, keen air you had a sensation that the world was standing still and life would last forever. Although you were pedaling with such energy you had a delicious feeling of laziness.

Nothing more predisposes someone in our favour than to let him rob you a little.

No egoism is so insufferable as that of the Christian with regard to his soul.

People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.

The mystic sees the ineffable, and the psychopathologist the unspeakable.