The mind of man is capable of anything.

It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

A writer without interest or sympathy for the foibles of his fellow man is not conceivable as a writer.

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.

The conquest of the earth... is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only... not a sentimental pretence but an idea.

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.

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much.