No matter how dull, or how mean, or how wise a man is, he feels that happiness is his indisputable right.

I sometimes wonder if the hand is not more sensitive to the beauties of sculpture than the eye. I should think the wonderful rhythmical flow of lines and curves could be more subtly felt than seen. Be this as it may, I know that I can feel the heart-throbs of the ancient Greeks in their marble gods and goddesses.

Instead of comparing our lot with that of those who are more fortunate than we are, we should compare it with the lot of the great majority of our fellow men. It then appears that we are among the privileged.

The heart of a friend gives out sufficient light for us in the dark to rise by.

More than at any other time, when I hold a beloved book in my hand my limitations fall from me, my spirit is free.

The wise fools who sit in the high places of justice fail to see that in revolutionary times vital issues are settled not by statutes, decrees and authorities, but in spite if them.

Be not dumb, obedient slaves in an army of destruction. Be heroes in an army of construction.