Life ain't about how fast you run or how high you climb, It's all about how good you bounce. A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.

Such is luck! And such the treatment which honest, good perservance gets so often at the hands of unfair and malicious Nature!

Truth is mighty and will prevail. There is nothing wrong with this, except that it ain't so.

Jane Austen's books, too, are absent from this library. Just that one omission alone would make a fairly good library out of a library that hadn't a book in it.

What a lumbering poor vehicle prose is for the conveying of a great thought! ... Prose wanders around with a lantern & laboriously schedules & verifies the details & particulars of a valley & its frame of crags & peaks, then Poetry comes, & lays bare the whole landscape with a single splendid flash.

You can't pray a lie -- I found that out.

One day man by the slow processes of evolution shall develop into something really fine and high - some billions of years hence, say.