Among the lessons taught by the French revolution, there is none sadder or more striking than this--that you may make everything else out of the passions of men except a political system that will work, and that there is nothing so pitilessly and unconsciously cruel as sincerity formulated into dogma.

Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found.

Against the windows the storm comes dashing, Through tattered foliage the hail tears crashing, The blue lightning flashes, The rapid hail clashes... The thunder is rumbling And crashing and crumbling.

Aspiration sees only one side of every question; possession many.

My soul is not a palace of the past.

There is surely room for yet another schoolmaster when a score of seers advertise themselves in Boston newspapers.

Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?