No man who ever lived knows any more about the hereafter than you and I.

You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.

Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.

A fool, for example, thinks Shakespeare a great poet . . . yet the fool has never read Shakespeare.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger portion of the truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.