"I did that," says my memory. "I could not have done that," says my pride, and remains inexorable. Eventually the memory yields. Beyond Good and Evil

It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone. The Winter of Our Discontent

 “We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.” The Three Sisters

The most radical division that it is possible to make of humanity is that which splits it into two classes of creatures: Those who make great demands on themselves, piling up difficulties and duties; and those who demand nothing special of themselves, but for whom to live is to be every moment what they already are, without imposing on themselves any effort towards perfection, mere buoys that float on the waves. the Revolt of the Masses