I like children; I like 'em, and I respect 'em. Pretty much all the honest truth-telling there is in the world is done by them.

Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection.

I think that, as life is action and passion, it is required of a man that he should share the passion and action of his time at peril of being judged not to have lived.

Without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend.

There is no friend like an old friend who has shared our morning days, no greeting like his welcome, no homage like his praise.

Have the courage to act instead of react.

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.