Memory… is the diary that we all carry about with us.
Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals.
If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.
Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance. She is a veil, rather than a mirror.
There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.
No man is rich enough to buy back his past.
A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.
It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.