As her time in Florence drew to a close she was only at ease amongst those to whom she felt indifferent.

Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.

The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.

It is so difficult - at least, I find it difficult - to understand people who speak the truth.

Then she lay on her back and gazed at the cloudless sky. Mr. Beebe, whose opinion of her rose daily, whispered to his niece that that was the proper way to behave if any little thing went wrong.

Men were not gods after all, but as human and as clumsy as girls.

Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.

My father says that there is only one perfect view — the view of the sky straight over our heads, and that all these views on earth are but bungled copies of it.

It is not rubbish! It is the part of people that you do not understand.

She grew more and more vexed with his dignified behavior. By a cruel irony, she was drawing out what was best in his disposition.

A matter neither sensual nor sensational is ignored by the art of today.

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It's a death trap.

I grew up in a brick house. What's wrong with bricks? An Englishman took me aside and said, "You have to understand, all the bricklayers in England are Irish, and the English hate the Irish."

Self-discipline is crucial to a simpler, more contented life.

The people were simpler, more peaceable and friendly in their manners and dispositions; and assassinations, which give the southern provinces so ill a reputation, were almost unknown.

I understand that people can start to say stop it, let me have a break and look at my emails without having an ad pop up.

When I believe in my ability to do something, there is no such word as no.

There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me but I had it surgically removed.

The desire of gold is not for gold. It is not the love of much wheat, and wool and household stuff. It is the means of freedom and benefit.

The greatest kindness one can render to any man consists in leading him from error to truth.