Give me the ready hand rather than the ready tongue.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men's pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.

The search for a new personality is futile; what is fruitful is the interest the old personality can take in new activities.

Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.

If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.

One must look for one thing only, to find many.