This is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one.

As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living. Satisfaction is death.

The practical question, then, is what to do with the children. Tolerate them at home we will not. Let them run loose in the streets we dare not until our streets become safe places for children, which, to our utter shame, they are not at present, though they can hardly be worse than some homes and some schools.

When your eyes are fixed in the stare of unconsciousness, and your throat coughs the last gasping breath - as one dragged in the dark to a great precipice - what assistance are a wife and child?

I can forgive Alfred Nobel for having invented dynamite, but only a fiend in human form could have invented the Nobel Prize.

It is dangerous to be sincere unless you are also stupid.

What is life but a series of inspired follies.