Every nation, every race, has not only its own creative, but its own critical turn of mind; and is even more oblivious of the shortcomings and limitations of its critical habits than of those of its creative genius.

It takes so many years To learn that one is dead.

I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker.

Disillusion can become itself an illusion If we rest in it.

Envy is everywhere. Who is without envy? And most people Are unaware or unashamed of being envious.

People to whom nothing has ever happened Cannot understand the unimportance of events.

There's no vocabulary For love within a family, love that's lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.

Sensibility alters from generation to generation in everybody, whether we will or no; but expression is only altered by a man of genius.

The sense of wellbeing! Its often with us When we are young, but then it's not noticed; And by the time one has grown to consciousness It comes less often.

What is hell? Hell is oneself, Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections.