Creation, even when it is a mere outpouring from the heart, wishes to find a public. By definition, creation is sociable. Yet it can be satisfied with merely one single reader: an old friend, a lover.
Though science has given us many marvels, it has also spoiled many of our pleasant dreams.
Discontent is the wheel that moves people forward.
I could not blot out hope, for hope belongs to the future.
Men who have not known the horror of death are not likely to be awed by it.
If we want to work out a policy for the present, we must examine the past and prepare for the future, discard the material and elevate the spirit, rely on the individual and exclude the mass.