It is war that wastes a nations wealth, chokes its industries, kills its flower, narrows its sympathies, condemns it to be governed by adventurers, and leaves the puny, deformed, and unmanly to breed the next generation.

I believe in the possibility of happiness, if one cultivates intuition and outlives the grosser passions, including optimism.

A body seriously out of equilibrium, either with itself or with its environment, perishes outright. Not so a mind. Madness and suffering can set themselves no limit.

A dream is always simmering below the conventional surface of speech and reflection.

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

A man is morally free when, in full possession of his living humanity, he judges the world, and judges other men, with uncompromising sincerity.

Sanctity and genius are as rebellious as vice.