I think I must write a book. It has been my cherished dream and I feel an influence that I cannot resist calling me to the task.

I think I must write a book. It has been my cherished dream and I feel an influence that I cannot resist calling me to the task.

There are sordid souls that eat and drink and breed and die, and imagine they have lived.

The workings of the human heart are the profoundest mystery of the universe. One moment they make us despair of our kind, and the next we see in them the reflection of the divine image.

As man sows, so shall he reap. In works of fiction, such men are sometimes converted. More often, in real life, they do not change their natures until they are converted into dust.

Selfishness is the most constant of human motives. Patriotism, humanity, or the love of God may lead to sporadic outbursts sweep away the heaped-up wrongs of centuries; but they languish at times, while the love of self works on ceaselessly, unwearyingly,burrowing always at the very root of life, and heaping up fresh wrongs for other centuries to sweep away.

We sometimes underestimate the influence of little things