The ironist is ironical not because he does not care, but because he cares too much.

A man with few friends is only half-developed; there are whole sides of his nature which are locked up and have never been expressed. He cannot unlock them himself, he cannot even discover them; friends alone can stimulate him and open him.

Society is one vast conspiracy for carving one into the kind of statue it likes, and then placing it in the most convenient niche it has

Few people even scratch the surface, much less exhaust the contemplation of their own experience.

Friendships are fragile things, and require as much handling as any other fragile and precious thing.

Society is one vast conspiracy for carving one into the kind of statue likes, and then placing it in the most convenient niche it has.