The only creative power I know is that of what might roughly be called 'love'; not of course a sentimental love: a far more impersonal and less individual emotion. I sometimes think that migratory birds may have it for each other. They fly in the same direction, and have never been seen to interfere with each other's flights.

When a reserved person once begins to talk, nothing can stop him; and he does not want to have to listen, until he has quite finished his unfamiliar exertion.

A red-hot belief in eternal glory is probably the best antidote to human panic that there is.

... one pets what one degrades; and one has to support what one has enfeebled

The two best subjects for conversation are talking shop and making love.

Time indeed has very little to do with living except at its beginning or near its end.

Where there is laughter there is always more health than sickness.