Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.

There are more valid facts and details in works of art than there are in history books.

Nothing in life is permanent, not even one's troubles.

Greed has poisoned men's souls.

Simplicity is a difficult thing to achieve.

During my incarceration Mother visited me. She had in some way managed to leave the workhouse and was making an effort to establish a home for us. Her presence was like a bouquet of flowers; she looked so fresh and lovely that I felt ashamed of my unkempt appearance and my shaved iodined head.'You must excuse his dirty face,' said the nurse.Mother laughed, and how well I remember her endearing words as she hugged and kissed me: 'With all thy dirt I love thee still.

There is greatness in everyone.