No one can estimate the power of authority among poor and uneducated people in a world whose problems confuse even the wisest.

Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends. Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations.

No doubt any connoisseur, any collector, some bored old millionaire when he shows off his treasures, is seeking in your praise the resurrection and the life.

Old men when they begin to hear the last trumpet, on the morning breeze, often have a kind of absent-minded smile; like people listening. And their smiles are just politeness.

Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden - it's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too.

No one can estimate the power of authority among poor and uneducated people in a world whose problems confuse even the wisest.

Where can one find a profounder desolation than in the poor child who has lost its mother?