In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.

Only strong personalities can endure history, the weak are extinguished by it.

When one has a great deal to put into it a day has a hundred pockets.

With deep men, as with deep wells, it takes a long time for anything that falls into them to hit bottom. Onlookers, who almost never wait long enough, readily suppose that such men are callous and unresponsive--or even boring.

Not to be cowardly when it comes to our own actions! Not to leave them in the lurch!--The sting of conscience is indecent.

And as long as you are in any way ashamed before yourself, you do not yet belong with us.

I notice that Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.