To give and not expect return, that is what lies at the heart of love.

Give children beauty, not the record of bloody slaughters and barbarous brawls, as they call history, or of the latitude and longitude of places nobody cares to visit, as they call geography.

And alien tears will fill for him pity's long broken urn. For his mourners will all be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn.

Clergymen and people who use phrases without wisdom sometimes talk of suffering as a mystery. It is really a revelation.

Fashion is what one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear.

I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.

memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away