Pain has no effect but to steal some of my time.

Our desires, once realized, haunt us again less readily.

With the intellect I always have always shall overcome, but that is not the half of the work. The life, the life Oh my God! shall the life never be sweet!

Every fact is impure, but every fact contains in it the juices of life. Every fact is a clod, from which may grow an amaranth or a palm.

I am 'too fiery'... yet I wish to be seen as I am and I would lose all rather than soften away anything.

Very early, I knew that the only object in life was to grow.

Today a reader, tomorrow a leader.