The moon had spread over everything a thin layer of silver - over the rank grass, over the mud, upon the wall of matted vegetation standing higher than the wall of a temple, over the great river I could see through a sombre gap glittering, glittering, as it flowed broadly by without a murmur. All this was great, expectant, mute, while the man jabbered about himself.

In order to move others deeply we must deliberately allow ourselves to be carried away beyond the bounds of our normal sensibility.

The good author is he who contemplates without marked joy or excessive sorrow the adventures of his soul amongst criticisms.

Follow your bliss. Find where it is and don't be afraid to follow it.

Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.

A fool has more ideas than a wise man can foresee.

To have his path made clear for him is the aspiration of every human being in our beclouded and tempestuous existence.