The ideas for stories that thronged my brain would not let me rest till I had got rid of them by writing them.

The good traveler has the gift of surprise.

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

There is no explanation for evil. It must be looked upon as a necessary part of the order of the universe. To ignore it is childish, to bewail it senseless.

What was it in the human heart that made you despise a man because he loved you?

It must be a fault in me that I am not gravely shocked at the sins of others unless they personally affect me.

It is well known that Beauty does not look with a good grace on the timid advances of Humour.