War is in truth a disease in which the juices that serve health and maintenance are used for the sole purpose of nourishing something foreign, something at odds with nature.

A leaf that is destined to grow large is full of grooves and wrinkles at the start. Now if one has no patience and wants it smooth offhand like a willow leaf, there is trouble ahead.

Every situation--nay, every moment--is of infinite worth; for it is the representative of a whole eternity.

Unrest and uncertainty are our lot.

Never let a day pass without looking at some perfect work of art, hearing some great piece of music and reading, in part, some great book.

Strike the dog dead, it's but a critic!

The dangers of life are infinite, and among them is safety.