The illusion that freedom is the prerogative of one’s own particular race is fairly widespread.
How absurd to call youth the time of happiness – youth, the time of greatest vulnerability!
Nothing can be so misleading as observation.
Life is only one of the Great Illusions.
It’s dangerous to think back, one becomes quite positive about something that never existed.
How strange that a girl could trouble your inmost soul so long as she kept her mouth shut, and that the moment she spoke the glamour could vanish as though it had never been.
Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don’t realise it.
Every generation had its weaklings – that that was one of the penalties of greatness – but that their failings were seldom remembered by posterity.
