If you stare into the Abyss long enough the Abyss stares back at you.

Every fact and every work exercises a fresh persuasion over every age and every new species of man. History always enunciates new truths.

How lovely it is that there are words and sounds. Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?

if we possess a why of life we can put up with almost any how.

I know the hatred and envy of your hearts. Ye are not great enough not to know of hatred and envy. Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them!

Every word is a prejudice.

What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives acts and experiences otherwise than we do?