He had the uneasy manner of a man who is not among his own kind, and who has not seen enough of the world to feel that all people are in some sense his own kind

When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them, as if their reason had left them

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything

The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always

The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose

The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy' only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is