Tidiness ... makes life easier and more agreeable, does harm to no one and actually saves time and trouble to the person who practices it: there must be an ominous flaw to explain why millions of generations continue to reject it.

Few are the giants of the soul who actually feel that the human race is their family circle.

Love, like broken porcelain, should be wept over and buried, for nothing but a miracle will resuscitate it: but who in this world has not for some wild moments thought to recall the irrecoverable with words?

The only thing for a pacifist to do is to find a substitute for war.

All the feeling which my father could not put into words was in his hand-any dog, child or horse would recognize the kindness of it.

Things good in themselves ... perfectly valid in the integrity of their origins, become fetters if they cannot alter.

I have long come to believe that, more than any other destruction, our word-recklessness is endangering the future of us all.