The wisdom of others remains dull till it is writ over with our own blood. We are essentially apart from the world; it bursts into our consciousness only when it sinks its teeth and nails into us.

It is easier to love humanity as a whole than to love one's neighbor.

It is not actual suffering but the taste of better things which excites people to revolt.

Youth itself is a talent, a perishable talent.

We cannot win the weak by sharing our wealth with them. They feel our generosity as oppression.

We feel free when we escape - even if it be but from the frying pan to the fire.

The trouble is not chiefly that our universities are unfit for students but that many present-day students are unfit for universities.