Worry is the stomach's worst poison.

For me writing biographies is impossible, unless they are brief and concise, and these are, I feel, the most eloquent.

To his sister-in-law: What a contrast between us! You live a warm and glowing life, surrounded by loved ones whom you care for and who care for you; you are anchored in contentment. I drift about without rudder or compass, a wreck on the sea of life; I have no memories to cheer me, no pleasant illusions of the future to comfort me, or about me to satisfy my vanity. I have no family to furnish the only kind of survival that concerns us, no friends for the wholesome development of my affections, or enemies for my malice.

Hope is nature's veil for hiding truth's nakedness.

My home is where I work, and I work everywhere.

It is not sufficient to be worthy of respect in order to be respected.

Worry is the stomach's worst poison.