You must love your work and not always be looking over the edge of it wanting your play to begin.

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

It is a common sentence that knowledge is power; but who hath duly considered or set forth the power of ignorance? Knowledge slowly builds up what ignorance in an hour pulls down.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.

Selfish— a judgment readily passed by those who have never tested their own power of sacrifice.

The dull mind, once arriving at an inference that flatters the desire, is rarely able to retain the impression that the notion from which the inference started was purely problematic.

You know I have duties──we both have duties──before which feeling must be sacrificed.