I always went my own road and on my own legs where I had a mind to go

Yet, when one thinks of it, diplomacy without force is a but a rotten reed to lean upon.

All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.

The old river in its broad reach rested unruffled at the decline of day, after ages of good service done to the race that peopled its banks, spread out in the tranquil dignity of a waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth.

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

The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells, too, by Jove! - breathe dead hippo, so as to speak, and not be contaminated. And there, don't you see? your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in - your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, back-breaking business.

A train of thought is never false. The falsehood lies deep in the necessities of existence.