It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people lo...

Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upho...

When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning,...

The beautiful seems right by force of beauty, and the feeb...

The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter,...

Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that...

This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us. If one has the courage to ask her what she thinks,...

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us...

Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged t...

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged tru...

If we help an educated man's daughter to go to Cambridge are we not forcing her to think not about education but about war? - not how she can learn, but how...

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if...