Do you not see with your own eyes the chrysalis fact assume by degrees the wings of fiction?

Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good or of evil?

Silence alone is great; all else is feebleness . . . Perform with all your heart your long and heavy task. . . . Then as do I, say naught, but suffer and die.

What is a great life if not a youthful idea executed by a man of mature years.

Hope is the biggest of our foolish things.

Oh, I have a habit of letting myself be lectured on the things I know best. I like to see if they are understood in the same way I understand; for there are many ways of knowing the same thing

No writer, no matter how gifted, immortalizes himself unless he has crystallized into expressive and original phrase the eternal sentiments and yearnings of the human heart.