We call ours a utilitarian age, and we do not know the uses of any single thing. We have forgotten that water can cleanse, that fire can purify, and that the Earth is mother to us all.

All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.

In America the President reigns for four years, and Journalism governs forever and ever.

When I was young, I was no one. Now, I'm worldwilde.

I usually say what I really think. A great mistake nowadays. It makes one so liable to be misunderstood.

Well, I know, of course, how important it is not to keep a business engagement, if one wants to retain any sense of the beauty of life.

The great events of the world take place in the brain.