My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellows grave, or the glass flowers at Harvard."

Excess is the common substitute for energy.

War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.

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

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

The weak overcomes its/ menace, the strong over-/comes itself.

Blessed the geniuses who know / that egomania is not a duty.