Memory Itself Is An Internal Rumour.

Real Unselfishness Consists In Sharing The Interests Of Others.

He Thinks He Believes Only What He Sees, But He Is Much Better At Believing Than At Seeing.

My Remembrance Of The Past Is A Novel I Am Constantly Recomposing; And It Would Not Be A Historical Novel, But Sheer Fiction, If The Material Events Which Mark And Ballast My Career Had Not Their Public Dates And Characters Scientifically Discoverable.

To Me, It Seems A Dreadful Indignity To Have A Soul Controlled By Geography.

The Vital Straining Towards An Ideal, Definite But Latent, When It Dominates A Whole Life, May Express That Ideal More Fully Than Could The Best Chosen Words.