You know, my dear child, that one cannot find peace in work or in pleasure, in the world or in a convent, but only in one's soul. - William Somerset Maugham

Anyone can tell the truth, but only very few of us can make epigrams.

Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain. We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them.

It’s a very funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.