There seems to be hardly any one among my acquaintance from whom I have not learned.

You weren't a decent man and you didn't do your best. We none of us were and none of us did.

Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.

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.

The question is not what we intended ourselves to be, but what He intended us to be when He made us.

The heart never takes the place of the head: but it can, and should, obey it.

You die and die and then you are beyond death.