It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.

Honesty of thought and speech and written word is a jewel, and they who curb prejudice and seek honorably to know and speak the truth are the only builders of a better life.

By the cigars they smoke, and the composers they love, ye shall know the texture of men's souls.

Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.

The French cook; we open tins.

Humanism is the creed of those who believe that in the circle of enwrapping mystery, men's fates are in their own hands - a faith that for modern man is becoming the only possible faith.

Idealism increases in direct proportion to one's distance from the problem.