The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
If we don't believe in freedom of expression for people we despise, we don't believe in it at all.
These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.
The first duty of a lecturer to hand you after an hour's discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your notebooks, and keep on the mantlepiece forever.
Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires I have lost friends, some by death others through sheer inability to cross the street.
It is just when opinions universally prevail and we have added lip service to their authority that we become sometimes most keenly conscious that we do not believe a word that we are saying.
Arrange whatever pieces come your way.
I have lost friends, some by death, others through sheer inability to cross the street.
If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I've no doubt but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged.
One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph.
One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.
Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.
On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.