Honesty - however dangerous - should be as valuable as radium it seems to me.

What is our innocence, What is our guilt? All are naked, none is safe.

The cynics in life are the people who are always trying to do things for people who don't want things done for them.

If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you why I think that I can cross it if I try.

Not till the poets among us can be "literalists of the imagination"-above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, "imaginary gardens with real toads in them." shall we have it.

If we can't be cordial to these creatures' fleece, I think that we deserve to freeze.

The self does not realize itself most fully when self-realization is its most constant aim.