My mind rebels at stagnation, give me problems, give me work!

His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge.

If my future were black, it was better surely to face it like a man than to attempt to brighten it by mere will-o’-the-wisps of the imagination.

What you do in this world is a matter of no consequence. The question is, what can you make people believe that you have done?

It was an ideal spring day, a light blue sky, flecked with little fleecy white clouds drifting across from west to east. The sun was shining very brightly, and yet there was an exhilarating nip in the air, which set an edge to a man's energy.

The ways of fate are indeed hard to understand. If there is not some compensation hereafter, then the world is a cruel jest.

You see, but you do not observe.