Nature, like a true poet, abhors abrupt transitions.

Human misery is too great for men to die without faith.

All I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it.

God has given us speech in order that we may say pleasant things to our friends, and tell bitter truths to our enemies.

The years keep coming and going, Men will arise & depart; Only one thing is immortal: The love that is in my heart.

You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.

Genius: 1. to believe your own thought. To believe that what is true for you is ultimately true. 2. a sledgehammer. 3. the fruit of labour and thought. 4. soul. 5. the ability to put into effect what is in your mind. 6. something one can become.