Truth of a modest sort I can promise you, and also sincerity. That complete, praiseworthy sincerity which, while it delivers one into the hands of one's enemies, is as likely as not to embroil one with one's friends.

I like what is in the work -- the chance to find yourself.

A certain simplicity of thought is common to serene souls at both ends of the social scale.

There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.

Action is consolatory. It is the enemy of thought and the friend of flattering illusions.

I have been called romantic. Well, that can't be helped. But stay. I seem to remember that I have been called a realist also. And as that charge too can be made out, let us try to live up to it, at whatever cost, for a change.

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