Journalism is literature in a hurry.

If there ever comes a time when the women of the world come together purely and simply for the benefit of mankind, it will be a force such as the world has never known.

Art still has truth. Take refuge there.

Culture, the acquainting ourselves with the best that has been known and said in the world, and thus with the history of the human spirit.

Weary of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea.

Religion--that voice of the deepest human experience.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.