I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.

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

Love! Beyond measure — beyond death — it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it.

The talked-about is always the last to hear the talk . . .

We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.

We are not living in a private world of our own. Everything we say and do and think has its effect on everything around us.

When Man evolved Pity, he did a queer thing - deprived himself of the power of living life as it is without wishing it to become something different.