She was a young person whose reveries never were in retrospect. For her past was no treasury of distinct memories, all hoarded and classified, some brighter than others and more highly valued. All memories were for her but as notes in one fused radiance that followed her and made more luminous the pathway of her future.

Zuleika, on a desert island, would have spent most of her time in looking for a man's footprint.

He was too much concerned with his own perfection ever to think of admiring any one else.

Only the insane take themselves quite seriously.

Traditionalists are pessimists about the future and optimists about the past.

Only by not forgetting the past can we be the master of the future.

You can't cling to the past. Too many different things are coming into the world.