There are certain people whom one feels almost inclined to urge to hurry up and die so that their letters can be published.

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.

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

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.

One of the penalties of being a human being is other human beings.

The world, in its sheer exuberance of kindness, will try to bury the poet with warm and lovely human trivialities. It will even ask him to autograph books.

Men talk of "finding God," but no wonder it is difficult; He is hidden in that darkest hiding-place, your heart. You yourself are a part of Him.