Of all the inanimate objects, of all men's creations, books are the nearest to us for they contain our very thoughts, our ambitions, our indignations, our illusions, our fidelity to the truth, and our persistent leanings to error. But most of all they resemble us in their precious hold on life.

Society was calling to its accomplished child to come, to be taken care of, to be instructed, to be judged, to be condemned; it called him to return to that rubbish heap from which he had wandered away, so that justice could be done.

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

Even extreme grief may ultimately vent itself in violence--but more generally takes the form of apathy

A man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughts of other men by reason of respect or natural love.

A word carries far, very far, deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.

I can't tell if a straw ever saved a drowning man, but I know that a mere glance is enough to make dspair pause. For in truth, we who are creatures of impulse, are creatures of despair.