Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

There is only one thing that makes any one athlete better than another, his heart. We all put our underwear on feet first, so we are all human.

You can still die when the sun is shining.

The romantic temper, so often and so grievously misinterpreted and not more by others than by its own, is an insecure, unsatisfied, and impatient temper which sees no fit abode here for its ideals and chooses therefore to behold them under insensible figures. As a result of this choice it comes to disregard certain limitations. Its figures are blown to wild adventures, lacking the gravity of solid bodies, and the mind that has conceived them ends by disowning them.

Sentimentality is unearned emotion.

I could call my wandering thoughts together. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child's play, ugly monotonous child's play.

Thanks be to God we lived so long and did so much good.