It is curious to look back and realize upon what trivial and apparently coincidental circumstances great events frequently turn as easily and naturally as a door on its hinges.

Laughter and bitterness are often the veils with which a sore heart wraps its weakness from the world.

Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo.

How can a world be good in which Money is the moving power, and Self-interest the guiding star?

Passion is like the lightning, it is beautiful, and it links the earth to heaven, but alas it blinds!

There are things and there are faces which, when felt or seen for the first time, stamp themselves upon the mind like a sun image on a sensitized plate and there remain unalterably fixed.

It is far. But there is no journey upon this earth that a man may not make if he sets his heart to it. There is nothing, Umbopa, that he cannot do, there are no mountains he may not climb, there are no deserts he cannot cross; save a mountain and a a desert of which you are spared the knowledge, if love leads him and he holds his life in his hand counting it as nothing, ready to keep it or to lose it as Providence may order.