One must look for one thing only, to find many.
The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.
It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative?
One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one’s trouble does not make it any better.
He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity.
No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.
All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition.
Lessons are not given, they are taken.
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.