Man's progress is but a gradual discovery that his questions have no meaning.

Freedom and constraint are two aspects of the same necessity, the necessity of being the man you are and not another. You are free to be that man, but not another.

When one wishes to play the wit, he sometimes wander a little from the truth.

The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.

Defeat may prove to have been the only path to resurrection, despite its ugliness.

Perfection is reachednot when there's nothing to add, but when there's nothing to take away.

The friend within the man is that part of him which belongs to you and opens to you a door which never, perhaps, is opened to another. Such a friend is true, and all he says is true; and he loves you even if he hates you in other mansions of his heart.