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

Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.

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.

The value of a sentiment is the amount of sacrifice you are prepared to make for it.

Not the least hard thing to bear when they go from us, these quiet friends, is that they carry away with them so many years of our own lives.

Love is not a hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!

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