It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.

I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.

It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness - calling their denial knowledge.

I love words; they are the quoits, the bows, the staves that furnish the gymnasium of the mind.

Consequences are unpitying.

Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.

Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.