Ambition, old as mankind, the immemorial weakness of the strong.

I have come to the conclusion after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all.

There are no signposts in the sea.

Nothing shows up the difference between the things said or read, so much as the daily experience of it.

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? for the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone.