One's eyes are what one is, one's mouth is what one becomes.

One's eyes are what one is, one's mouth is what one becomes.

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

A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.

Men are in fact, quite unable to control their own inventions; they at best develop adaptability to the new conditions those inventions create.

He might wish and wish and never get it - the beauty and the loving in the world!

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