It is the province of knowledge to speak, and it is the privilege of wisdom to listen.

A man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he cannot answer, and attempting a task he cannot achieve.

What we most want to ask of our Maker is an unfolding of the divine purpose in putting human beings into conditions in which such numbers of them would be sure to go wrong.

But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.

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?

We call those poets who are first to mark, Through earth's dull mist the coming of the dawn, Who see in twilight's gloom the first pale spark, While others only note that day is gone.

For nothing burns with such amazing speed, As the dry sticks of a religious creed.