What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity.

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

For what we call illusions are often, in truth, a wider vision of past and present realities - a willing movement of a man's soul with the larger sweep of the world's forces - a movement towards a more assured end than the chances of a single life.

There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side.

Ignorance ... is a painless evil; so, I should think, is dirt, considering the merry faces that go along with it.

It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.