I can't help detesting my relations. I suppose it comes from the fact that none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves.

The great things in life are what they seem to be. And for that reason, strange as it may sound to you, often are very difficult to interpret (understand). Great passions are for the great of souls. Great events can only be seen by people who are on a level with them. We think we can have our visions for nothing. We cannot. Even the finest and most self-sacrificing visions have to be paid for. Strangely enough, that is what makes them fine.

Only the shallow know themselves.

Indeed I have always been of the opinion that hard work is simply the refuge of people who have nothing to do.

Men of thoughts should have nothing to do with action.

Women have a wonderful instinct about things. They can discover everything except the obvious.

Indeed, as any one who has ever worked among the poor knows only too well, the brotherhood of man is no mere poet's dream, it is a most depressing and humiliating reality.