There is a terrible loneliness in the spring...
So long as one is able to pose one has still much to learn about suffering.
Surely one of the peculiar habits of circumstances is the way they follow, in their eternal recurrence, a single course. If an event happens once in a life, it may be depended upon to repeat later its general design.
She must face her grief where the struggle is always hardest-in the place where each trivial object is attended by pleasant memories.
The nearer she came to death, the more, by some perversity of nature, did she enjoy living.
There is no support so strong as the strength that enables one to stand alone.
Moderation has never yet engineered an explosion.
No one in the modern world is more lonely than the writer with a literary conscience.
A good novel cannot be too long nor a bad novel too short.
Life is never what one dreams. It is seldom what one desires, but for the vital spirit and the eager mind, the future will always hold the search for buried treasure and the possibility of high adventure.
The hardest thing to believe when you’re young is that people will fight to stay in a rut, but not to get out of one.
I’m not going to lie down and let trouble walk over me.
It was a perfect spring afternoon, and the air was filled with vague, roving scents, as if the earth exhaled the sweetness of hidden flowers.
Though it sounds absurd, it is true to say I felt younger at sixty than I felt at twenty.
In her single person she managed to produce the effect of a majority.
To teach one’s self is to be forced to learn twice.
He knows so little and knows it so fluently.
After all, you can’t expect men not to judge by appearances.
I don’t like human nature, but I do like human beings.
Youth is the period of harsh judgments, and a man seldom learns until he reaches thirty that human nature is made up not of simples, but of compounds.