There's something so beautiful in coming on one's very inmost thoughts in another. In one way it is one of the greatest pleasures one has.

Power! Did you ever hear of men being asked whether other souls should have power or not? It is born in them. You may dam up the fountain of water, and make it a stagnant marsh, or you may let it run free and do its work; but you cannot say whether it shall be there; it is there. And it will act, if not openly for good, then covertly for evil; but it will act.

There's something beautiful about finding one's innermost thoughts in another.

My feeling is that there is nothing in life but refraining from hurting others, and comforting those who are sad.

We have been so blinded by thinking and feeling that we have never seen the World.

There are some of us who in after years say to Fate, 'Now deal us your hardest blow, give us what you will; but let us never again suffer as we suffered when we were children.' The barb in the arrow of childhood's suffering is this: its intense loneliness, its intense ignorance.

One has no right to form ideals of people, and then, because they don't justify them, become bitter.