The ideal, without doubt, varies, but its enemies, alas, are always the same.
I still understand a few words in life, but I no longer think they make a sentence.
Stupidity, outrage, vanity, cruelty, iniquity, bad faith, falsehood - we fail to see the whole array when it is facing in the same direction as we.
The divine is perhaps that quality in man which permits him to endure the lack of God.
Kill one man, and you are murderer.
Take heed of critics even when they are not fair; resist them even when they are.