People always think the bread of another country is better than their own.

Nearly all the Escapists in the long past have managed their own budget and their social relations so unsuccessfully that I wouldn't want them for my landlords, or my bankers, or my neighbors. They were valuable, like powerful stimulants, only when they were left out of the social and industrial routine.

One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world's end somewhere, and hold fast to the days.

The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

Artistic growth is, more than it is anything else, a refining of the sense of truthfulness.

Ah! the terror and the delight of that moment when first we fear ourselves! Until then we have not lived.