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.

A moment's insight is sometimes worth a life's experience.

It's faith in something and enthusiasm for something that makes a life worth living.

What refuge is there for the victim who is oppressed with the feeling that there are a thousand new books he ought to read, while life is only long enough for him to attempt to read a hundred?

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

Apology is only egotism wrong side out.

A few can touch the magic string, and noisy fame is proud to win them: Alas for those that never sing, but die with all their music in them!