A blessed spirit is a mould ever more and more patient of the bright metal poured into it, a body ever more completely uncovered to the meridian blaze of the spiritual sun.

The sight of the huge world put mad ideas into me, as if I could wander away, wander forever, see strange and beautiful things, one after the other...

I begin to suspect that the world is divided not only into the happy and the unhappy, but into those who like happiness and those who, odd as it seems, really don't.

Integrity is doing the right thing, even when no one is watching.

Virtue - even attempted virtue - brings light; indulgence brings fog.

Nobody who gets enough food and clothing in a world where most are hungry and cold has any business to talk about 'misery.'

They did nothing wrong their time here has ended