There will presently be no room in the world for things; it will be filled up with the advertisements of things.

If we like a man's dream, we call him a reformer; if we don't like his dream, we call him a crank.

It's a curious thing, this thing we call civilization...we think it is an affair of epochs, and nations. It's really an affair of individuals. One brother will be civilized and the other a barbarian...All civilization comes through literature now, especially in our country. A Greek got his civilization by talking and looking, and in some measure a Parisian may still do it. But we, who live remote from history and monuments, we must read or we must barbarise.

How is it the great pieces of good luck fall to us?

Do not trouble yourselves about standards or ideals; but try to be faithful and natural: remember that there is no greatness, no beauty, which does not come from truth to your own knowledge of things; and keep on working, even if your work is not long remembered.

A man never sees all that his mother has been to him until it's too late to let her know that he sees it.

You'll find as you grow older that you weren't born such a great while ago after all. The time shortens up.