None of us can be as great as God, but any of us can be as good.

God has put something noble and good into every heart His hand created.

The way it is now, the asylums can hold the sane people, but if we tried to shut up the insane we should run out of building materials.

Comedy keeps the heart sweet; but we all know that there is wholesome refreshment for both mind and heart in an occasional climb among the pomps of the intellectual snow-summits built by Shakespeare and those others.

Does the human being reason? No; he thinks, muses, reflects, but does not reason...that is, in the two things which are the peculiar domain of the heart, not the mind, politics and religion. He doesn't want to know the other side. He wants arguments and statistics for his own side, and nothing more.

We are all beggars, each in his own way.

Life becomes fully understandable only the moment we realise that we are all mad.