It is doubtful whether the oppressed ever fight for freedom. They fight for pride and power-power to oppress others.

It is a strange thing that both the injurer and the injured, the sinner and he who is sinned against, should find in the mass movement an escape from a blemished life.

Rudeness is a weak imitation of strength.

Call not that man wretched, who whatever ills he suffers, has a child to love.

Nothing so offends the doctrinaire intellectual as our ability to achieve the momentous in a matter-of-fact way, unblessed by words.

Action is at bottom a swinging and flailing of the arms to regain one's balance and keep afloat.

Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul.