The Fates, like an absent-minded printer, seldom allow a single line to stand perfect and unmarred.

To be happy you must have taken the measure of your powers, tasted the fruits of your passion, and learned your place in the world.

One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human.

There is wisdom in turning as often as possible from the familiar to the unfamiliar: it keeps the mind nimble, it kills prejudice, and it fosters humor.

. . . until the curtain was rung down on the last act of the drama (and it might have no last act!) he wished the intellectual cripples and the moral hunchbacks not to be jeered at; perhaps they might turn out to be the heroes of the play.

All language is rhetorical, and even the senses are poets.

Knowledge of what is possible is the beginning of happiness.