Whatever comes from the brain carries the hue of the place it came from, and whatever comes from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace.

Life as we call it, is nothing but the edge of the boundless ocean of existence when it comes upon soundings.

Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays the pleasing game of interchanging praise.

Whatever comes from the brain carries the hue of the place it came from, and whatever comes from the heart carries the heat and color of its birthplace.

Every event that a man would master must be mounted on the run, and no man ever caught the reins of a thought except as it galloped past him.

When I think of talking, it is of course with a woman. For talking at its best being an inspiration, it wants a corresponding divine quality of receptiveness, and where will you find this but in a woman?

The Amen of nature is always a flower.