It is a kind of blindness--poverty. We can only grope through life when we are poor, hitting and maiming ourselves against every angle.

It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings; it is the soft, luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.

Charity in various guises is an intruder the poor see often; but courtesy and delicacy are visitants with which they are seldom honored.

Men are always optimists when they look inwards, and pessimists when they look round them.

Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.

for what is the gift of the poet and the artist except to see the sights which others cannot see and to hear the sounds that others cannot hear?

The bread of bitterness is the food on which men grow to their fullest stature; the waters of bitterness are the debatable ford through which they reach the shores of wisdom; the ashes boldly grasped and eaten without faltering are the price that must be paid for the golden fruit of knowledge.