All saints have past and all sinners have a future.

A tree is beautiful, but what's more, it has a right to life; like water, the sun and the stars, it is essential. Life on earth is inconceivable without trees.

I am writing a play which I probably will not finish until the end of November. I am writing it with considerable pleasure, though I sin frightfully against the conventions of the stage. It is a comedy with three female parts, six male, four acts, a landscape (view of the lake), lots of talk on literature, little action and tons of love.

I should think I'm going to be a perpetual student.

When performing an autopsy, even the most inveterate spiritualist would have to question where the soul is.

Better to perish from fools than to accept praises from them.

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.