The only condition of peace in this world is to have no ideas, or, at least not to express them.

Who does not feel that Nansen's account of his search for the Pole rather loses than gains in ideal satisfaction by the pretense of a few trifling acquisitions for science?

Even the wisest woman you talk to is ignorant of something you may know, but an elegant woman never forgets her elegance.

There are three natural anaesthetics: Sleep, fainting, and death.

Our dead brothers and sisters still live for us and bid us think of life, not death-of life to which in their youth they lent the passion and glory of Spring. As I listen, the great chorus of life and joy begins again, and amid the awful orchestra of seen and unseen powers and destinies of good and evil, our trumpets sound once more a note of daring, hope, and will.

Lawyers spend their professional careers shoveling smoke.

To rest upon a formula is a slumber that, prolonged, means death.