It is a sad weakness in us, after all, that the thought of a man's death hallows him anew to us; as if life were not sacred too.

A human being in this aged nation of ours is a very wonderful hole, the slow creation of long interchanging influences; and charm is a result of two such wholes, the one loving and the one loved.

What moments of despair that life would ever be made precious to me by the consciousness that I lived to some good purpose! It was that sort of despair that sucked away the sap of half the hours which might have been filled by energetic youthful activity: and the same demon tries to get hold of me again whenever an old work is dismissed and a new one is being meditated.

If a man goes a little too far along a new road, it is usually himself that he harms more than any one else.

It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.

The poverty of our imagination is no measure of say the world's resources. Our posterity will no doubt get fuel in ways that we are unable to devise for them.

More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.