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

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

One must explore deep and believe the incredible to find the new particles of truth floating in an ocean of insignificance.

The vision seemed to enter the house with me-the stretcher, the phantom-bearers, the wild crowd of obedient worshippers, the gloom of the forests, the glitter of the reach between the murky bends, the beat of the drum, regular and muffled like the beating of a heart-the heart of a conquering darkness.

I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.

Nations it may be have fashioned their Governments, but the Governments have paid them back in the same coin.

The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage--who can tell?--but truth--truth stripped of its cloak of time.