You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only es

We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.

... it is seldom a medical man has true religious views--there is too much pride of intellect.

History repeats itself.

We are all of us born in moral stupidity, taking the world as an udder to feed our supreme selves

There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love; and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.

It is never too late to be who you want to be.