Alas! it is not the child but the boy that generally survives in the man.

Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?

Few have wished for memory so much as they have longed for forgetfulness.

The world will tolerate many vices, but not their diminutives.

Love, like the opening of the heavens to the Saints, shows for a moment, even to the dullest man, the possibilities of the human race. He has faith, hope, and charity for another being, perhaps but a creation of his imagination: still it is a great advance for a man to be profoundly loving even in his imaginations.

It is a weak thing to tell half your story, and then ask your friend's advice-a still weaker thing to take it.

Keep your feet on the ground, but let your heart soar as high as it will. Refuse to be average or to surrender to the chill of your spiritual environment.