My prayer is that what we have gone through [World War One] will startle the world into some new realization of the sanctity of life, animal as well as human.

Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking.

I had a million questions to ask God: but when I met Him, they all fled my mind; and it didn't seem to matter.

Beware of the conversationalist who adds "in other words." He is merely starting afresh.

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.

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.

We call a child's mind 'small' simply by habit; perhaps it is larger than ours is, for it can take in almost anything without effort.