It is the mark of an inexperienced man not to believe in luck.

And perhaps in this is the whole difference; perhaps all the wisdom, and all truth, and all sincerity, are just compressed into that inappreciable moment of time in which we step over the threshold of the invisible.

A fool has more ideas than a wise man can foresee.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

Hang ideas! They are tramps, vagabonds, knocking at the back-door of your mind, each taking a little of your substance, each carrying away some crumb of that belief in a few simple notions you must cling to if you want to live decently and would like to die easy!

In order to move others deeply we must deliberately allow ourselves to be carried away beyond the bounds of our normal sensibility.

It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.