It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

The way of even the most jusitifiable revolution is prepared by personal impulses disguised into creeds.

We live as we dream - alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.

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

There is no peace and no rest in the development of material interests. They have their law, and their justice. But it is founded on expediency, and is inhuman; it is without rectitude, without the continuity and the force that can be found only in a moral principle.

Who would care to question the ground of forgiveness or compassion.

To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.