It's a good thing to turn your mind upside down now and then, like an hour-glass, to let the particles run the other way.

Man makes a great fuss about this planet which is only a ballbearing in the hub of the universe.

Standing by the crib of one's own baby, with that world - old pang of compassion and protectiveness toward this so little creature that has all its course to run, the heart flies back in yearning and gratitude to those who felt just so toward one's self. Then for the first time one understands the homely succession of sacrifices and pains by which life is transmitted and fostered down the stumbling generations of men.

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.

What is the virtue and service of a book? Only to help me live less gingerly and shabbily.

If you have to keep reminding yourself of a thing, perhaps it isn't so.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.