Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter. Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.

I don't know a greater advantage, than to appreciate the worth of an enemy.

I will say with Lorenzo de Medici that those who do not hope for another life are always dead to this one.

There is nothing in the world more shameful than establishing one's self on lies and fables.

Few people have the imagination for reality.

Good children's literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child.

But one must know where one stands, and where the others wish to go.