Nature never appeals to intelligence until habit and instinct are useless. There is no intelligence where there is no need of change.

Patriotism has become a mere national self assertion, a sentimentality of flag-cheering with no constructive duties.

The art of ignoring is one of the accomplishments of every well-bred girl, so carefully instilled that at last she can even ignore her own thoughts and her own knowledge.

It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.

Chess is a curse upon a man.

I see knowledge increasing and human power increasing, I see everincreasing possibilities before life, and I see no limits set to it all. Existence impresses me as a perpetual dawn. Our lives, as I apprehend them, swim in expectation.

Are we all bubbles blown by a baby?