It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. Great achievements are accomplished in a blessed, warm fog.

A writing may be lost; a lie may be written; but what the eye has seen is truth and remains in the mind!

Never test another man by your own weakness.

This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still.

Resignation, not mystic, not detached, but resignation open-eyed, conscious, and informed by love, is the only one of our feelings for which it is impossible to become a sham.

The vision seemed to enter the house with me-the stretcher, the phantom-bearers, the wild crowd of obedient worshippers, the gloom of the forests, the glitter of the reach between the murky bends, the beat of the drum, regular and muffled like the beating of a heart-the heart of a conquering darkness.

The vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human conscience.