All noise is waste. So cultivate quietness in your speech, in your thoughts, in your emotions. Speak habitually low. Wait for attention and then you low words will be charged with dynamite.
The teacher is one who makes two ideas grow where only one grew before.
We are punished by our sins, not for them.
Souls are made of dawn-stuff and starshine.
I rather like the World. The Flesh is pleasing and the Devil does not trouble me.
Not only does beauty fade, but it leaves a record upon the face as to what became of it.