Any coward can fight a battle when he's sure of winning; but give me the man who has the pluck to fight when he's sure of losing.

In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.

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.

We are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.

Our selfishness is so robust and many-clutching that, well encouraged, it easily devours all sustenance away from our poor little scruples.

There are some cases in which the sense of injury breeds not the will to inflict injuries and climb over them as a ladder, but a hatred of all injury.

A mother's yearning feels the presence of the cherished child even in the degraded man.