In a word, literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book-friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardness. The things I have learned and the things I have been taught seem of ridiculously little importance compared with their "large loves and heavenly charities.

Only in quietness do we possess our own minds and discover the resources of the Inner Life.

Be not dismayed; in the future lies the Promised Land.

Strike against war, for without you no battles can be fought.

People do not like to think. If one thinks, one must reach conclusions. Conclusions are not always pleasant.

We the living, should not think of the dead as lonely because if they could speak to us, they would say: "Do not weep for me, earth was not my true country, I was an alien there: I am at Home where everyone comes."

I feel the flame of eternity in my soul.