But it is possible, it is possible: the old grief, by a great mystery of human life, gradually passes into quiet, tender joy; instead of young, ebullient blood comes a mild, serene old age: I bless the sun's rising each day and my heart sings to it as before, but now I love its setting even more, its long slanting rays, and with them quiet, mild, tender memories, dear images from the whole of a long and blessed life--and over all is God's truth, moving, reconciling, all-forgiving!

Men do not accept their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and worship those whom they have tortured to death.

What is most vile and despicable about money is that it even confers talent. And it will do so until the end of the world.

The soul is healed by being with children.

To be acutely conscious is a disease, a real, honest-to-goodness disease.

Sometimes a man is intensely, even passionately, attached to suffering — that is a fact.

What man wants is simply independent choice, whatever that independence may cost and wherever it may lead.