There are many ways to fall down, but there's only one way to stand up straight.

Journalism only tells us what men are doing; it is fiction that tells us what they are thinking, and still more what they are feeling. If a new scientific theory finds the soul of a man in his dreams, at least it ought not to leave out his day-dreams. And all fiction is only a diary of day-dreams instead of days. And this profound preoccupation of men's minds with certain things always eventually has an effect even on the external expression of the age.

Any one of the strange laws we suffer is a compromise between a fad and a vested interest.

...It's natural to believe in the supernatural. It never feels natural to accept only natural things.

That young man with the long, auburn hair and the impudent face - that young man was not really a poet; but surely he was a poem.

Your next-door neighbor is not a man; he is an environment. He is the barking of a dog; he is the noise of a piano; he is a dispute about a party wall; he is drains that are worse than yours, or roses that are better than yours.

Humility is the mother of giants.