One's dreams must be big enough so as not to lose sight of them.

The soul is a terrible reality. It can be bought and sold and bartered away.

Ordinary riches can be stolen; real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.

I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting.

It is well for his peace that the saint goes to his martyrdom. He is spared the sight of the horror of his harvest.

Wordsworth went to the Lakes, but he was never a lake poet. He found in stones the sermons he had already hidden there.

I like talking to a brick wall- it's the only thing in the world that never contradicts me!