So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.

... as usual I am suffering much from doubt as to the worth of what I am doing and fear lest I may not be able to complete it so as to make it a contribution to literature and not a mere addition to the heap of books.

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.

Oh, child, men's men: gentle or simple, they're much of a muchness.

Of a truth, Knowledge is power, but it is a power reined by scruple, having a conscience of what must be and what may be. . . .

People glorify all sorts of bravery except the bravery they might show on behalf of their nearest neighbors.

I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offence.