The unluckiest insolvent in the world is the man whose expenditure of speech is too great for his income of ideas.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

The censure of a dog is something no man can stand.

Big shots are only little shots who keep shooting.

The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.

From now until the end of time no one else will ever see life with my eyes, and I mean to make the best of my chance.

Religion is an attempt, a noble attempt, to suggest in human terms more-than-human realities.