Age, per se, may claim tenderness and pity, but not respect; that only comes when the years have brought humanity and wisdom and the experience that worketh hope.

Of all the bitter and heavy things in this sorry old world, the not being necessary is the bitterest and heaviest.

War is wicked, beause it is murder and hate. And it is foolish, because hate and murder can only destroy people's bodies, not change their minds.

One must desire something to be alive; perhaps absolute satisfaction is only another name for Death.

The anger of slow, mild, loving people has a lasting quality that mere bad-tempered folk cannot understand.

moral vanity is the snare of good people.

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