I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offense. ... Everyone who contributes to the 'too much' of literature is doing grave social injury.

Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.

The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.

Memory, when duly impregnated with ascertained facts, is sometimes surprisingly fertile.

... it is because sympathy is but a living again through our own past in a new form, that confession often prompts a response of confession.

I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!

The worst service, I fancy, that anyone can do for truth, is to set silly people writing on its behalf.