Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.
Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.
A novel is a work of poetry. In order to write it, one must have tranquility of spirit and of impression.
A real gentleman, even if he loses everything he owns, must show no emotion. Money must be so far beneath a gentleman that it is hardly worth troubling about.
There are things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.
Men do not accept their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and worship those whom they have tortured to death.
