Everyone's future is, in reality, uncertain and full of unknown treasures from which all may draw unguessed prizes.

It is very seldom that the same man knows much of science, and about the things that were known before science came.

Contrast is the dramatist's method.

Humanity, let us say, is like people packed in a automobile which is traveling downhill without lights at a terrific speed and driven by a four-year-old child. The signposts along the way are all marked "progress."

I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full.

How beautiful are dreams! In dreams the dead may live, even the long dead and the very silent.

I have lived to see that being seventeen is no protection against becoming seventy, but to know this needs the experience of a lifetime, for no imagination copes with it.