The worst of charity is that the lives you are asked to preserve are not worth preserving.

Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you crack a nut.

The civility of the world has reached that pitch that their more moral genius is becoming indispensable, and the quality of this race is to be honored for itself.

Truth has already ceased to be itself if polemically said.

I suffer whenever I see that common sight of a parent or senior imposing his opinion and way of thinking and being on a young soul to which they are totally unfit. Cannot we let people be themselves, and enjoy life in their own way? You are trying to make that man another you. One's enough.

To have played and laughed with enthusiasm, and sung with exultation - this to to have succeeded.

That which we are, we are all the while teaching, not voluntarily, but involuntarily.