Man is never truly himself except when he is actively creating something.

Still, it doesn't do to murder people, no matter how offensive they may be.

Except ye become as little children, except you can wake on your fiftieth birthday with the same forward-looking excitement and interest in life that you enjoyed when you were five, "ye cannot enter the kingdom of God." One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again.

Anythin' wrong leaves a kind of impression on the eye; brain trots along afterwards with the warnin'.

But what are you going to do about the people who are cursed with both hearts and brains?

Have you noticed that the astronomers and mathematicians are much the most cheerful people of the lot? I suppose that perpetually contemplating things on so vast a scale makes them feel either that it doesn't matter a hoot anyway, or that anything so large and elaborate must have some sense in it somewhere.

And what do all the great words come to in the end, but that? I love you - I am at rest with you - I have come home.