I'm not to blame for an old body, but I would be to blame for an old soul. An old soul is a shameful thing.

A letter is a risky thing; the writer gambles on the reader's frame of mind.

If you are kind to an enemy, you cannot hate him.

... when personal happiness conflicts with any great human ideal, the right to claim such happiness is as nothing compared to the privilege of resigning it.

Absurdity is the one thing love can't stand; it can overlook anything else, -- coldness, or weakness, or viciousness, -- but just be ridiculous and that's the end of it!

Anger as well as love casts out fear.

Truth is like heat or light; its vibrations are endless, and are endlessly felt.